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I need a hit
I no longer have a ‘day job.’ And I’m frickin LOVIN it! Well, sort of. For the most part. In moments. Sometimes. The chaos and unknown are my rehab. For the addiction of routine, structure, time-management. Blech!! Fuck all that. … Continue reading
Nightmare Diet
Good morning, nightmares. I love myself more than I feel sorry for you. Now, go to sleep. the sun us up. It is your bedtime deathbed at daybreak. Ok, maybe I’ll make you breakfast But no more indulging. No more … Continue reading
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Tagged bathroom, bed, boyfriend, breakfast, butter, coffee, diet, dreams, fantasies, horrors, marriage, mealtime, nightmares, relationships, slippers, starvation, tea, toast
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Housewife, I am not.
I know he doesn’t think I’m really doing anything when I’m writing. I know he thinks it isn’t real work. I know he thinks I’m being useless. Or, at least that’s what I feel he thinks. I can sense it. … Continue reading
Eden’s Ballroom
Sing it, Jason Mraz! …he’s distracting me in the background. Oh well, a pleasant distraction. Good morning, world. I am happy and excited and scared about life! yup–and it feel so GOOD! I feel like I just won an award … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, alone, awards, blind, brunch, cofee, dance, distraction, Eden, Eve, Genesis, good morning, honor, Jason Mraz, lessons, music, nudity, paradise, paralyzed, scones, tea, teacher, temptations
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Coffee Shop Sanctum
I used to sit an read. I used to sit in the coffee shop and read. I used to sit and just read. Just me and my book. I got through a lot of books that way. Over several years. … Continue reading
cooking breakfast naked
Yeah. That’s what I’m doing right now. And it feels so good. VERY heathen-y 😉 felt like it was something poignant-ish to write like perhaps it would lead somewhere creative or launch me into something. It hasn’t … but I … Continue reading
