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Foolish Girl: Meeting the kid
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Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."- Philip K. Dick. Monday, September 24, 2012. I went camping this weekend with The Mind Reader and his 13 year old son. It was interesting. I never thought I would be meeting someone's kid. Interesting is an understatement, actually. It was a total mind fuck. When I was younger my dad would bring his young girlfriends camping with us. It felt exactly the same. Only this time I was the young girl. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Foolish Girl: January 2012
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Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."- Philip K. Dick. Monday, January 30, 2012. I get into this rut of thinking that I won't let myself have anything that is good for me, or allow myself to be happy because I hate myself too much. Then I watch some porn and jerk off and it is abundantly clear that I don't hate myself that much. Likewise, I will not bury my problems in someone else's genitals. It isn't healthy or kind. Sunday, January 29, 2012. Hey, Self Loathing, it's me.
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Foolish Girl: November 2012
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Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."- Philip K. Dick. Thursday, November 08, 2012. Me: I think I may be crazy. Kyle: What makes you think you are crazy? I elaborate on all the reasons I think I am crazy]. Me: And I might be an alcoholic. Kyle: You definitely aren't an alcoholic. I guess crazy is still on the table. Tuesday, November 06, 2012. My love life just did the equivalent of a six car pile up. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. But not all jokes.
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Foolish Girl: November 2011
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Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."- Philip K. Dick. Sunday, November 27, 2011. Thursday, November 24, 2011. Here are the reasons I will always be alone. 1 I'm not good at sharing. People tend to do that when they are getting to know one another. It makes me uncomfortable to talk to strangers about the fucked up shit that has happened in my life. Who am I kidding? It makes me uncomfortable to talk to people I love about that shit. 4 The whole thing exhausts me. I fear ...
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Foolish Girl: Car conversations
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Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."- Philip K. Dick. Wednesday, September 05, 2012. Lauren: I like to play the part of the wounded bird. I like for men to take care of me. Mind Reader: And you're not wounded? Lauren: Maybe I am. Mind Reader: You are a wounded bird playing the part of a healthy bird playing the part of a wounded bird. Lauren: [laughing] Boy, is that right on the money. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Awesome Jessica Blog.
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LaLa-Land: February 2009
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Where that 80 lbs you put on while incubating a human just magically disappears. Monday, February 02, 2009. Weigh In: Week 4. This week was a good one. It was filled with positive choices and lacked temptations. I went out to dinner, ate at a friends house and even forgot my meal for work one night.and I managed to make smart choices and get through it. So what is the dreaded number at this week? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Weigh In: Week 4. This blog is my life typed out. View my complete profile.
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le petit doodler: Bonsai
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Friday, October 24, 2014. Quinn had her first taste of solid food today. A taste of mushed strawberry. Her eyes widened with excitement as she swallowed the puree; meanwhile a massive wave of sadness came over me as I watched my littlest achieve yet another milestone. My baby. My babies. They're growing up so quickly. Find a way to bonsai my children. Pictured: My little sous chef Olive taste-testing the chocolate cake she helped bake and decorate for her old man. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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LaLa-Land: January 2009
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Where that 80 lbs you put on while incubating a human just magically disappears. Saturday, January 31, 2009. Phlegm.Party of one? So thank God for the Zpack! I started feeling better the next day once on that. I felt great this week, but now I'm losing my voice again, and I feel like I have a tumor the size of a golf ball imbedded in the back of my throat. That can't be a good sign. The diet is going great! No one said it was easy to be a good friend! Monday, January 26, 2009. Weigh In: Week 3. The pot h...
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LaLa-Land: No title needed
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Where that 80 lbs you put on while incubating a human just magically disappears. Tuesday, December 28, 2010. So I come and go here as I please apparently.Gonna try and get back to my blogging roots. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This blog is my life typed out. View my complete profile. People that make me smile. Crystal Is Anything But Ordinary. What A Lovely Punk She Is. Homesteading in a condo. My Life in Pictures. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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LaLa-Land: Oh and FYI
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Where that 80 lbs you put on while incubating a human just magically disappears. Friday, September 30, 2011. If it weren't already crystal clear. Yeah, I know, right! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Close but still too far. To my lovely coworker. Why a Safe Word is an excellant idea. This blog is my life typed out. View my complete profile. People that make me smile. Crystal Is Anything But Ordinary. What A Lovely Punk She Is. Homesteading in a condo. My Life in Pictures.
