April 2012
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March 2012
11 posts
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Smile For Me Daddy...
I’ve always wondered who the slutty girls sing-talking in the background of rap songs are. Like who are these women who are heard by millions of people in these songs that are not credited for their fabulous talent? I imagine there is a whole club of them, maybe they even have a labor union. It’s definitely on my secret bucket list to join the ranks of these faceless daughters of men,...
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The Thing About Bad Days
The thing about bad days (or bad two years in my case) is that no matter how awful they are, it can always get better. It’s almost as if the worse they are, the better the days are that come after them. While everything is still far from perfect, I feel much better and wiser because of all of those bad days. Now I can walk into the sun and really know how beautiful it is.
So thank you Bad...
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George
My uncle once told me a story about a body named George.
George was a life-sized stuffed doll that belonged to a man called Treelore. This man was an odd one, the kind of man you like to hear stories about. But that’s another story, and this is about George.
George was the kind of guy who made friends everywhere he went. He made more friends in his short, inanimate moment of existence than...
