Monthly Archives: February 2011

XXX Scary Doll Warehouse

We moved from our Melrose Ave. Bungalow after my first year in elementary school. I was seven years old, I knew how to ride a bike, dial the phone, and the way a butcher’s knife looked at heart level. I … Continue reading

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My funny Valentine

I talked to my dad this week and he asked me why I didn’t ever write anything positive in my blog. I told him, “It’s all positive to me dad because once I write it, I get rid of it, … Continue reading

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Cellulite,Clarity, and Cleavage

Inspired by my good friend Chris Devinney’s blog post today, Stumbling Toward Serenity at wordpress.com, I decided to write my own mini version about one of our conversations, which in fact was also inspired by my cleavage. Yea, that’s right, … Continue reading

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What I couldn’t see

My eyebrows crinkle at times with distrustful lines when I scrutinize the delayed comprehension of my attraction for women, and I’m shamefully embarrassed by the vacancy. I often revisit unladylike flickers from my past that remind me just how unaware … Continue reading

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RS #3 “Own it”

It’s easier to point a finger than take responsibility for our own actions. I could fill this page with adjectives that describe how wrong D.A. was in his treatment of me, but I’m the one who begged for more, not … Continue reading

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SHD, or Seasonal Hangover Disorder

It’s that time of year again; the holidays and the obligatory family gatherings press forward like the days of the year running out time. I’ve managed to elude her for 360 something days, but even I have a heart, or … Continue reading

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RS #2 “Don’t end up like”

He was cocky and gallant in a self-assured way, but not by the same physical presence of a jock, more so he seemed thoughtful to the point of imperious, thereby, intentionally above you. I took the bait like a girl … Continue reading

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