Category Archives: what the hell am i doing

acting like children

I knew it would happen.  I did.  I knew I couldn’t live in the same smallish city with him and NEVER run into him. So I knew it was inevitable. But not mandatory. And after almost seven and a half … Continue reading

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I am

I am red. Bright, obnoxiously, glowing red. I am so red that I am on fire.   I am a palm tree. I go with the flow and Give shade to those who need it most.   I am vegetable … Continue reading

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A Case of Swamp Ass

Was this a dumb choice?  This was a dumb choice, right?  I mean, I am going to regret this, right?  Well, it’s clearly too late now.It would be dumb to quit halfway through.  And I can’t erase what has already … Continue reading

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