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I say that easily more often than anything else I say. Anyone who has commented on my stories a few times has probably read it in my replies at least once. A lot of first time commenters get that reply … Continue reading
I amused myself once with the thought that I would end my autobiography with those words. It seemed silly and therefore funny to me that we read every story wondering how it will end, when in fact, we already know. … Continue reading
Friday, September 18, 1998 by Anonymous for her school newspaper Loneliness sucks. You know loneliness. It’s that big hollow pit you imagine at the top of your stomach. Only it’s real, and it hurts so bad rubbing your diaphragm actually … Continue reading
This post contains some language and imagery that might be considered uncharacteristically sexually explicit for me. Some time ago, I left a comment for Marian Green in response to a beautiful and inspiring post of hers called Whisper. What I … Continue reading
The other day I walked up a flight of stairs in a store. Two little girls stood with their mother at a register at the top of the stairs, each dressed in a different princess costume. The older one, about … Continue reading
I’ve read a couple… or maybe a couple hundred now… times about the importance of blog etiquette. Acknowledging each other and such. You know… we all care how many hits we get, and what better way to promote that than, … Continue reading
A couple few several… I don’t know… months ago, a blogger I’m afraid I can’t remember was Freshly Pressed… Hush! Stop repeating that. It’s not a new mantra. This blogger wrote about the things real people really say that annoy her. There were several, … Continue reading
So this is another Yay! post! I realize Blah, Blah, Blah… might seem like a funny title for a Yay! post, but really it’s very appropriate, because “blah” is about my third favorite word behind “stuff” and “grr!” and because what I … Continue reading
Please don’t be shocked. That isn’t my intent. This isn’t a cry for help. You aren’t my doctor. This is a suicide pact, and in spite of the fact that you don’t feel strongly enough to die with me today, you’ve already … Continue reading