Headaches and Handgrenades

I'd literally blow my head up to get rid of this headache. _ _ _ _ (that's the whole blog post.)     (What are you waiting on?)     (really go away.) So I had  a decent weekend.  I did some things that I don't mind, but may bite me in the ass at... Continue Reading →

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To smile

You make me smile.  You do.  With your cocky grin, and your hazel eyes.  When you exclaim after some new information in a game we've been playing for hours. You make me smile, when you break your stride and treat me like a little more than just a friend, or maybe just like a friend.... Continue Reading →

The One with the Vienna Sausage

My friend Carole Blair called me up the other day and was on the edge of tears.  Now readers, don't think she was sad.  She was angry, she was fighting mad.  She had done it.  Finally.  She'd told him off.  That fucker that had broken her rib, that had damn near broken her leg.  Him.... Continue Reading →

Fat Girl Gets Fit

Weight 234.6 (I'll weigh in the morning.) Feel:  Amazing! Plan: Work, then gym. In February I weighed 275lbs  (in January before a bout of the stomach flu, I weighed 281).  I start my weight loss 'counter' at 275, and because of that. I've lost 40 lbs. 40 lbs since February.  I eat right.  I go... Continue Reading →

Just a Dream

As soon as my head hit the pillow, the world faded away, and sleep overtook me.  I was happy.  Blissfully so.  In fact I was so happy, the world was a farce.  There was no looming war, with whoever Lord Dampnut has offended this week, there was no pain, and I had reached the perfect... Continue Reading →

Don’t call it a comeback

Mood:  Anxious but hopeful weight: 234.6 I am Beautiful. I was at the gym last night, I just finished a mile on the treadmill, and after filling my metal tumbler full of water, was walking towards the weight machines.  I was doing arms, chest, and back. I have this problem of watching ahead of me.... Continue Reading →

love

She can fall in love with anyone.  No matter their scars, their pain, or their heart.  Give her words and a pen, and she'll construct a symphony, a soliloquy, a novel.  This woman's heart is ready and willing to love, it's her head that is the problem. She has been hurt, abused, battered, used, and... Continue Reading →

I am you

I see you. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and your emotions are bubbling just under the surface. When it's quiet, when you are alone, you remember. The good times, the best times, those happy times where everything was perfect. The way it felt to be in the arms of your former lover. I... Continue Reading →

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