The ending to the story…. This post will be short and to the point because I don’t want to linger with these thoughts much longer. I know I have to concentrate on me. I worry now about the worry I have placed on my friends and family…added stress and anxiety. But this is honesty…it feels…
It was late… I was home, had my game face on and was trying my best to be a wife and mom. I had gone to a festival with my family, met some friends there, and had a good time. On the sidelines though taking up space in my head were some insecurities brewing. In…
There are some things I wonder if this blog can handle. I mean I committed to honesty and writing out my feelings no matter where they lead. There are some things though, considering the real world (my friends, my family…they do occasionally read what I write) I am not sure I am ready to handle:…
xxxooo, the blogging genius that he is, strikes again and inspires me to write yet another thought provoking piece! He told a story using the search terms that led to his blog. Here are the search terms that led to my blog and my fictional/or biographical story…you decide. I’ve decided to try to write the…
MY BUCKET LIST……….. Strange but True Get interviewed for the news (sound smart and look descent) Be at the right place at the right time to save someone’s life Have an outfit I make win a contest Fit into a REAL size 4 Speak in front of a group and receive a standing ovation Sing…
Below is the second piece I am posting of a story in my head. I got so much great feedback on the small piece I posted under “Out of Curiosity” that I wanted to post another one. Keep in mind it is a fresh rough draft I put to pen this morning and I know…
So I just discovered spam thanks to http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com 540 spam comments. I have decided spam is good for my ego. All of the spammers talk about how amazing my blog is and how useful it is to their everyday lives. I mean most of the spammers are foreign and probably can’t read my blog but…
There is something about pictures that can build you up or tear you down. I came across a photo of me at a club dancing that was so horrific I would have jumped off the nearest cliff if there had been one. I know…it’s just a picture but really…it wasn’t. I tried to tag it…
I am pretty stubborn and I am really good at making everything about me. I have been told I borrow emotion from people, but really I think it means I am a thief. “Oh…no…here comes that girl Hastywords…watch out she will steal your emotions!” Now that I know I have this super power I am…
I am not a girl anymore. I know I am long past that part of my life. It is good though, to go back and visit her. My best friend helps me to stay in contact with her. I think part of why I enjoy his company is his youth…I lost mine…so I borrow his. …
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