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I came home to a lovely sight tonight (and if you could not catch the sarcasm in that statement, you really MUST get your sarcasmo-meter checked!). After a record 10 hours of doing laundry that badly needed to be done, after 10 hours of putting up with the hubub of my mother-in-law's busy household, I come home to find that, in their anxiety, my darling puppies ransacked my altar.

My altar is nothing special to look at, but it's special to me. One of the most important items thus far on there h… Continue

Letting go is something that's tough to do. It's tougher than tough, and sometimes it just isn't always possible when the convenient moment comes about. Sometimes it takes longer than it should, and sometimes it never comes at all. As intensely personal as this blog post may be, I felt the need to share it.

I have an ex. We connected deeply. I hurt him deeply. My life is much better for it. So is his. I tend to try and patch things up and make amends with people. It's not my nature to hurt, nor… Continue

Just letting everyone who cares to read this know that I am, in fact, still alive and, all things considered doing well. No internet for the moment due to a fracas with the neighbors, and no prospect of getting it until the financial situation improves. Froggy and I will NOT be at the summer gathering due to me having to go home to visit my younger brother, who is semi-successfully completing his second stint in rehab.

Sprocket is well. Froggy is well. I miss you all. If you would like to give… Continue

I am, quite frankly, frustrated. Although isn't that how most of my blog posts start out? Please feel free to read or not read this post at your own will....I am not writing it for it to be read, specifically, I am just writing it to get things off of my chest. And this seemed like the most appropriate and accepting place to do so.

SQUEAKS REASONS FOR FRUSTRATION
(in numerical, but not ranked, format)
1. Being softspoken does not mean you are inexperienced or naive, quite the contrary in most c… Continue

I have come to the realization that I will never be truly happy, no matter what my location geographically is. This is an entirely painful thing to admit, but I feel like my soul is torn in two. Let me explain

I grew up in a city. A large city. A city that encompasses its own county. I love the "concrete jungle" as so many have termed it. The people there are unique like no other location on the planet. The energy is insane, so much that its hard to block out sometimes. Feeling so tiny amidst a… Continue