crimson

crimson

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Why does growing up have to suck sometimes? the anxiety, the pain experienced from being mocked I wrote this, thinking about my own daughter, though she

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I still don't get the whole water in a gallon puzzle though, no matter how many times I watch it.

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I think I'm getting stupider when it comes to the JU trivia challenge. If I do well one day, it automatically means that I'm going to suck the next, and finish that game dead last. So many times, I'll think that I'm going to mess up an answer and it turns out right, but often, when I'm certain that the answer I've given is correct, I'm met with a big

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I love your stories. I hope you get sent somewhere nice and warm, so I can live vicariously through you. Cold, wet and miserable up here, with snow predicted later in the week. Brr. Keep warm.

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But the latent fear of repeating the cycle of abuse is there.... I've worried about the same thing, as my anger is something I struggle daily with. Growing up with a twin sister, we used to pummel the crap out of each other easily, and even into adulthood we've been known to hit each other on occasion.<

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And there are times when I get a little shy and will not go out on my own, even when the opportunity presents itself. I used to feel the same way, now, I rarely make plans with other people as I prefer just bumping into them, and letting fate take its course for the evening. Do I feel like a loser sitting at the bar on my own? Not hardly. In fac

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She sat on the picnic table, gently peeling a scab from her knee. It was a slow process, and she hissed as it lifted away, revealing a bubble of red blood. It was almost off her body, and by the time she finally held it in her hand, there was a fine crimson trail dripping down towards her dollar store flip-flops. She stared at her stick legs, her knobby k

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I had another long night out last Saturday, finally making it home at just after 5 am. A cast party, and then off on my own to see who was around. I met up with the oldest friends that I have in this town and they followed me back to the martini lounge that I've been known to frequent. These two guys are both sweet, familiar and comfortable. I'm not in

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I don't know if I ever mentioned it before, but I originally went to school to be a social worker. I spent almost 2 years working at a home for abused women and children. It was awful. No need for details or stories, but in the end, I knew that I couldn't face that kind of sickness as a career. I will never forget.

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I understand... I have the same difficulty in picking out that right card to send out. I haven't picked out anything yet, but I do have some pictures to insert. School photos of Kole, and photobooth pics of us together. Photobooths rock!

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This year, I swear I'm going to send Christmas cards. Every year before, I've gotten as far as addressing envelopes and writing a short letter but have never finished up by affixing stamps and bringing them to the post office. I've got two or three years worth of unmailed cards in a desk drawer at home. So, this year, I swear I'll actually mail 'em, if you

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Yes, have fun! And remember this sleeping in business. I haven't slept in later than 8 am since graduating. I miss those days and probably won't be able to change my sleeping patterns again.

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While I haven't commented much, lately (not enough time.) I have been reading. I'm liking what I see. Three cheers to some good, high-quality writing!

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This morning it snowed. First, tiny flakes that could have changed to rain in an instant. Not so long after, they grew, turned into big, fat, heavy flakes that fell slowly to the ground. For the first time I saw that November gray. Not a shade of blue in the sky, instead, the color of stone. Cold stone that encloses us all in, stone that can make anyone just want to lay down and die. A load of laundry and some dishes done in exchange for a few hours on the computer to catch up on my

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These hands have held newborn babies, have trembled after close calls on the highway, These hands have slapped another hand away, and have also pulled another closer to me. These hands have had blisters and a scar left over from fleeing the scene. I'm marked forever, my life line's broken, it could be any day now, possibly. I can

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