if you can only read one of those languages they all translate to the same thing. i am tired. i have been tired the whole month. my fault for having too much to do, not enough time to do it and squeezing in a visit to see my family right before a big personal anniversary […]
je suis fatigue, ich bin mude, ik ben moe, i am tired Read More »
I debated posting this because I’m still debating grown up life on so many fronts. I purposely didn’t do anything today besides watch tv and chill because I’m tired and I wanted to see a few things. I was right about one thing and it reminded me of why I don’t extend myself to people
there are moments when she just feels like stopping and screaming and saying fuck it and wouldn’t life just be easier if she could. she knows she can’t. people depend on her to not sleep, juggle twelve projects, find a way from no way, be perpetually functional, sarcastic and supportive. it doesn’t mean she doesn’t
when she feels like breaking Read More »
I don’t always post things when I think about them originally. Sometimes I’m trying to decide if it’s worth the effort of posting cause between work and life a girl gets tired. Other times I’m trying to figure out if by posting I might hurt someone’s feelings which really no matter how we parted ways
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So I’ve been thinking a lot since I’m not active with work right now. I mean I still have to work cause folks won’t let me be great when there are no active projects but thus is my life. I’ve been more in my introverted mode than normal as I process things and people and
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No idea why that song is stuck in my head right now. I could say that it’s because of the cold medicine that is not working but that definitely isn’t it. I could say it’s the time of the year that normally throws me off something awful because of the anniversary but I can’t say
Life Could Be a Dream… Read More »
You have to be a certain age to even have a clue what I’m talking about and/or to have an unhealthy obsession with older episodes of Saturday Night Live. Regardless this won’t be Jack Handey delivering any wisdom. Actually I’m not sure there will be any wisdom coming forth in this posting today. I’ve
Deep Thoughts not by Jack Handey Read More »
I’ve been in a weird head space since Prince died. It’s been a mixture of deep sadness, joy that felt inappropriate, and something approaching wistful for all the things that were not going to happen in the future–like molesting someone after a Prince concert. Several of my exes said I might kill someone in bed
Being More Transparent: Ask Me Anything Thanks to Mr. Nelson Read More »
I’m sure all of you have heard now that Prince died. I’m sure that for those of you that it matters, you know what you were doing, where you were, who you were with and how you felt. I was at my job and a string of concerned texts, emails and calls started streaming in
My record skipped, Prince Died Read More »
This is probably not going to be a normal post. It may be more raw and guttural than you were expecting. So if you need something smutty, click on the writing tab at the top. If you need something funny or lighter then look for the life is good tag on the right side and
Exposure: On Coming to Terms with My Broken Bits Read More »
