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Month: August 2009

  • Just because.

    This Medicated Lady is thinking irrationally again. Irrational because. I’ve been considering a diet consisting only of those flavored ice pops especially the blue ones the ones I like the least Irrational because. No one but me looks forward to a psychotic break Irrational because. It occurred to me that I’m tired of being medicated…

  • Dating II

    it was a year ago today since I saw him last it was a year ago yesterday that he told me he had no affection for me branded it into my psyche it was a year ago yesterday and on this anniversary by coincidence only he emailed me wondered if we were on speaking terms…

  • Self-Serve

    I sometimes wonder if I’ve made an impact on any of the men’s lives I’ve dated. I don’t understand man emotions because they have never been explained to me, but I wonder if I’ve caused them pain or sadness. In such times, I take comfort in the possibility that I might have mattered in some…

  • Fall, I Did

    Fall, I did today saw the Inbox, one message from a name of a person who’s no longer a person hasn’t been for years because he’s gone on, on Billy Billy who died of an aneurism or a catastrophic stroke I can’t remember which brain stem is a bad place for a bleed Fell, he…

  • Probable Cause

    How I’d like to be a Republican doing God’s work fighting for the cause in love I’d like to be George W. transparent intelligence make the course, stay the course the exit strategy is there is no exit only submission is possible I could be leader of the free and righteous world Women as Christians…

  • Get It Right, Girl (or Boy): A Little Ditty with 1writegirl

    In my continuing James Lipton-channeling interviews with fellow bloggers, I’ve had the pleasure of picking 1writegirl’s mind in typical ML seriousness/silliness. Be prepared to laugh and think, dear reader. Enjoy…and I know you will. 1. I’ve heard people say that they can’t write because they haven’t had anything terrible happen to them…or at least nothing…

  • An Overview of Shelves

    I shelved my aunt the same day I was shelved by my lover. Admittedly, her dismissal was more traumatic of the two. Later, when I cried for myself, I cried for her, too. She’s not on my coffee table any more, at least, but she’s hovering. She’s not overbearing about it; my guilt is. Meaning.…

  • Rocks

    I didn’t put her away. I thought I would have. I thought I’d turned a corner. For six weeks, an envelope with pictures of my dead aunt have been on my coffee table, waiting for me to do something with them. I have gotten teary-eyed just seeing the envelope. The last week has been especially…

  • Chickenshit

    he can’t let go either because he needs it as much as you do he’s just a bigger chickenshit than you I mean that as a compliment we’re all chickenshits at least you have the decency to admit it at least you can admit it he can’t let go because he knows he needs you…

  • Come close

    I still picture it in my mind Pretending to be surprised that I see him out someplace Me and my new man Me and my pretty face Me and my rockin bod Me actually looking happy or even Me actually happy Seeing him knowing he sees me and the highlights he wanted me to get…