Back a couple weeks ago, I vowed to be as honest in here as I wanted to be and now is the time and here is the place.
The situation at home with my folks seems a bit better, or quieter, rather, than it has been. I was having a hard time at first dealing with [...]
I have just been through the annual pilgrimage of torture and humiliation known as buying a bathing suit. Back in the 1940s, the bathing suit for a woman with a mature figure was designed for a woman with a mature figure: boned, trussed, and reinforced, not so much sewn, as engineered. They were built to [...]
“…can ya see, can ya see the real me?” -The Who
Yeah. I like classic rock. I was listening to the who on the radio late last nite, some kind of taped interview stuff w/playing of recorded tracks and recorded live performances. I love classic rock. I love it a lot.
Now I don’t want all of [...]
When my four year old nephew, Brandon, was a baby just starting to talk, I was always telling him he was goofy. He couldn’t say it right and it was hilarious at the time. He knows how to say it right now but he still says it wrong just for old time’s sake.
Tonight I go [...]
Tonight as I read through all my emails, catch up with people on ICQ and go back to all the sites I so often visit, I think back to the day I decided to do this and try to remember what it was that made me want to do this…I am pretty sure it was [...]
This is not me. It's just a visual of how I feel most of the time. Don't have pity. I love being miserable.
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