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Committed
As I lay awake at 2:30 a.m. pondering nothing in particular, the word committed popped into my brain and it occurred to me that although it can be used in at least three contexts such as . . . He committed a crime She was committed to the asylum They are…
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Mrs. Walton
I can’t think of anything to write! Maybe it’s because I write so much at work. Maybe it’s because I’m uninspired. Maybe its because I’m overall boring as of late. Reality seems to be all-consuming and leaving me little time for creative thought. All right. I’ll have to resort to…
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Quiet
I’m all alone for hours and hours! And you know what I did? I folded some laundry and hung up the rest and it was awesome. I made dinner for one and it was spectacular. And you know what I learned? You can get paper cuts from a cereal box…
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Batshit
Ugh. Don’t you hate that feeling? You know, the one where you’re out with someone — be it friend, family, coworker, date, etc. — and you slowly realize the person is batshit crazy? It’s surreal. It starts creeping into your brain and you try to shake it, but it won’t…
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Why I truly must visit San Diego more often
Conversation at dinner: P: how old are you? D: 66 … Mike how old are you? M: 52 TR: Oooh, we’re the same age! M (literally gasps): you can’t be … You can’t be in your 50s! I thought you were in your 20s! 30 at the most. Methinks my…
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What a day!
Walking around the block, Dez, you and I were charged by a pit bull. The dog looked friendly enough but I’m not fool enough to count on that. I snatched you under your arms and within a millisecond had you hoisted onto my shoulders. The dog was quite friendly, but…
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Happy tales!
I’m going to write a story! Yay me! Fiction!! Note all the exclamation points! I’m doing that on purpose to irritate you because it’s funny!!!! Anyway, it’s going to be a happy story of little or no merit about something that amuses me. And I’m not going to be negative anymore,…
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Wait for it . . .
The meth-like lesions have faded to blotchy complexion inconsistencies — except for the one on my right cheek, which I swear started out as a bug bite and now looks like I smudged food on my face. I’m mending, but I need to heal. It was yet another beautiful peach…
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Foamy lattes
“Walking” the other night was a disaster. All I saw was death, pestilence, overpopulation, relatives I’d hoped never to run into again, and men I respected drinking frou-frou coffees, bragging about who they were banging and admitting they believe I could be non-human. It was all so wrong. GDA says we weren’t…
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Bon Jovi hair
“Oh my GOD! What the FAWK!” And like that he’s here. Well, not God, but Gabriel and I haven’t seen him in a bit so he must be hurting for drama. “What?” his eyes are sparkling. “Three more people just signed up for this event! That makes SIX in the…
At Least They're Committed 