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| Username: | hairdiva | |
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| Member Since: | Mon Aug 30 18:46:33 2004 | |
| E-mail: | hairdiva at aol dot com | |
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| Blender Board: | 297 comments | |
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| Another from "Love in the Time of Cholera" |
| From "Love in the Time of Cholera" |
| I never would've thought...but hear it from a lot. |
| A love letter to my husband, who really has no idea how utterly important that last line is |
| Hmm, youth and all that comes after. Including love. Romantic love, even... |
| Keep up the faith. |
| For my mother, the strongest woman I know. |
| I found this in the back margin of a book I was reading over a year ago. Don't remember writing it, but I do remember that I was not dating anybody at the time. So it was written to an unknown person. Funny how it applies now, even to some future feeling. |
| Deployment already. Already. |
| Unfamiliar with myself |
| Trudging on through. And you? |
| A promise, already made. A mantra is a mantra is a mantra. hehe |
| Def: Pushed beyond a limit. Transgressed. |
| Consumed. Enough said? |
| If I disappear, I'll be fine. |
| A whisper in the back of my head. And not a good one. |
| Pity party over. ~sigh~ Thank God |
| Where'd those coping skills run off to? |
| I whine, therefore I am |
| M. Scott Peck was right... |
| I can't really sing anyway, but I used to anyway. I used to. |
| I know that this is a natural reaction. But it doesn't make it any easier to realize that it just DOESN'T |
| The sweetness of looking forward, no longer back. |
| The first two lines were just RUNNING NONSTOP through my head. And so, this is the result. As it were... |
| What I wish for all of you |
| Just a rant. And relief. |
| Who wrote that song Too Much, Too Little, Too Late? Anyway, bumping them! |
| Purge, purge, purge |
| Ok, here we go...the Jaded Challenge of August '07 |
| Wanting to take your trials away, having been through so many myself. Just reaching out. |
| To my artist friend, Amy |
| Working through that so-called friendship ending. Bear with me. |
| In appreciation of the finer things. You know, like a soul.! |
| The teen angst challenge! |
| The end of a friendship; the end of the road |
| A line going through my head |
| Bumping Unconditional, thanks! |
| I ain't smug, just happy. |
| Beware of liars and cheats |
| Be with yourself first, the rest will come |
| There are no words, and yet there are so many |
| Strong, but still human |
| I was shocked, for once! |
| Woke up feeling strange. |
| Wisdom learned the hard way |
| Writing from a different place these days. Oh yeah. |
| Taking chances, with a bump to Jewel |
| Enjoying. Just enjoying. |
| Knowing the truth isn't all that bad. |
| Unanswered questions |
| By nature, aren't we all diminished? |
| Every moment is precious. Every single one. |
| Life changes, and changes, and changes. I remain solid and will still be here. |
| You find something that gets you through, and you just keep doing it. No matter what. |
| A paragraph in the book "Best Friends" that caught my eye. Let me share it with you... |
| A huge realization tonight. Wow. |
| rambling thoughts, on a Sunday afternoon |
| I contadict myself, therefore I am |
| I am alone, therefore I am |
| Run like the wind, baby |
| It's been a hard, cold winter |
| I won't be broken of this hope |
| Found this from a few years back. Funny how feelings repeat themselves. |
| Sheryl knows |
| Bear with me, I can't help meself |
| still bumping IJH/a little anger not directed at you, believe me |
| am I okay? |
| trying to understand? |
| I can live without you |
| trying to move on |
| never let it be said |
| the morning process |
| Bump to the Stones |
| The ending of long-distance heaven and hell |
| Glorifying a moment that shouldn't be |
| missing him |
| I guess I am learning... |
| letting go... |
| Feeling better... |