I hit the wheel of my car like I was pounding bongos. I was coming home, (in the hailstorm,) from the doctor’s office and I felt for a moment that if I just beat everything; the tension, the disappointment, from my fingers, I might stop cracking at the surface. Pound with me . Five For…
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I think you should read this. “PETA’s “Animal Record” report for 2008, filed with the Virginia Department of Agriculture and Consumer Services, shows that the animal rights group killed 95 percent of the dogs and cats in its care last year. During all of 2008, PETA found adoptive homes for just seven pets.” -PetaKills.org I…
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The light outside my window shifts from each color- red, to green, to yellow and back to the original. I’ve got it down to a science- the pulling of the blinds upwards and the sliding of the drapes sideways so that with the window cracked only a bit; I can hear the cars roll by…
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It’s been an interesting weekend. Despite wanting to bleed every emotion on here, I made a wish on (11:11) to make some sort of distraction appear. The following happened: My puppy started making a wailing noise. (It sounded like a siren. I opened the door and in horror found out it came from his crate.)…
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An Open Letter to Barak Obama: I sat on my couch on the day you were elected. I had my cell phone in my hands to call my friends and family, and my little one was napping upstairs. On your inauguration, I wrote ( here. ) I knew we were ushering in something else- a…
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I could get hit by a bus. I remind myself of this as I feel the full ache in my lower abdomen. I could walk outside, and part of an airplane could land on my head. I could be a victim in the war on drugs- shot at a busstop- robbed at gunpoint. I could…
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It’s 11:49 am, and I’m not doing anything remotely interesting. Really. Here’s the thing about flickr/facebook/thisblog. I lead a very boring life. If I didn’t have the crazy moments that I manged to remember and write down? My life might be as flavorful as sugar-free jello. (Not lime. Because lime is good.) I feel like we’re…
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