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Category: Reflection

  • Re-Gifting Ruminations

    It’s sort of like a yard sale. I have a lot of this and that on my mind. Here’s a basic truth about me: rumination is a gift. I don’t know if it’s real or imagined, but I think it gets old, my talking about my breakup, my depression. So I blog to get it…

  • Severe Angles. Or Emptiness Incarnate

    The camera has tight angles severe the way I see the world in black and white or monotone gray all or nothing you or me love, hate, indifference, regret upset the feeling of being a non-person, non-self, non-identity walking through my life, a stranger emptiness incarnate  

  • Things Worthy of Note.

    Some blog titles demand punctuation. Some would describe me as “manic.” Just because I have a weird energy and an unfocused look about me. Fine. Say it. I’m meeting the menz again. At least online. Go me, I say. Do what you do, as Mr. Whitier would say (B, you should get this reference to…

  • Stand-alone

    This is me, dealing with myself. It’s not about him, she says. She wants you to know this with absolute certainty. This is a period of self-reflection. This means something, she says. Her urgency transcends her words. You’re not sure what, but there’s something you’re not getting. You’re missing something, or she’s missed something. Something…

  • Keep me warm, oh sweet ringtones

    My world is such: I no longer need ringtones for friends. I need more friends for my ringtones. Not only friends, but people who can be safely paired with the tone/intent of the ringtones. Apparently, what I need are a lot of people (specifically men) who: Don’t bring me Anything But Down Lallygag with U…

  • The Inevitable, Young Grasshopper

    For hours it seems, I stare at my computer screen, willing myself to give my will over to the Unknown Forces that control the world and the internet. I can’t stomach “submit”-ing today. If I just submit, I will be allowed into this or that site, given the keys to the kingdom. I know: The…

  • Forget the medicated part, these are the ramblings of a broken-hearted lady.

    You said you weren’t closed. You said, I like you in my life. You said you wanted to call me so you did. You said you liked my smile. You said, I’ll give more. You said, I know it’s not what you want to hear. You said you had no love or affection to give…

  • Prescription Dreams

    Another day, another medication. God bless. The good news: My kidneys are working. The other kind of news: they don’t know why I’m spiking. My eating and exercise habits haven’t been good, but it’s unlikely to be that since when those habits were good and I lost weight, it didn’t help much. And in any…

  • Morning Musings.

    It’s true: Nothing comes from nothing.   My new phone banner reads, You’re not how I roll. I think I sometimes wished you were. I tried to roll with you as long as I could. It’s a shame. Almost 6 months together and nothing to show for it. Almost 6 weeks apart with the same…