Elwing 26-30, F
I Am Sick of Hearing About What I "Should Have" Done
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Cushing's Syndrome and Seizures.Cushing's Syndrome (also called hypercortisolism or hyperadrenocorticism) is an endocrine disorder caused by high levels of cortisol in the blood from a variety of causes, including a pitui… [more]
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April, 2006At the time... I worked for the local humane society. I worked my *** off, scrubbing kennels, cleaning poop from various places, walking dogs, feeding animals... That sort of thing. Well, when the … [more]
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Meow, Baby.There's something *very* sexy about a guy who can give as well as get, and be equally happy about both. Its a wonderful thing when a man can be secure enough with himself to thuroughly enjoy peggin… [more]
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I think I hate bactrim. 0...I think I hate bactrim. 0.0 I KNOW this is a baaaad thing to do, (in part because I didn't finish all the pills the first time) but the last few days I've had a sore throat... Nothing I've done has made it go away and I don't have the $ to head to the doc right now, so I've been trying to fight it at home. Anyway, I had like three bactrim pills left over from when I had a UTI a month ago or something? I can't even remember when. Anyway, less than a couple hours after I took ONE bactrim pill, all of a sudden my whole body started itching like CRAZY. Even the bottoms of my feet! Rushed myself into a hot bath, and at least now I don't itch quite so bad, but... Now I've got this horrid heartburn… [more]
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My high school English te...My high school English teacher once explained that the word 'hate' means, to him, that you dislike someone so much that you want them to die and go to hell. Hell is a terrible place, or so I've heard. Keeping that definition in mind... Sometimes I truly, deeply hate my ex, as much as I don't want to admit it. He's not a horrible, terrible person. He doesn't deserve to spend forever and ever in eternal, burning torment. But sometimes I hate him. Not because of who he is. But because of what he's done to me. I can't help but blame him for a lot of the crap I've been through the last few years... I dropped out of college to be with him. I gave up my two precious puppies, Sparky and Bruno, s… [more]
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I think EP is going downh...I think EP is going downhill... I'm scared. This place used to be so wonderful. People were open and honest, and caring. A person could say things like, "I'm against abortion because..." And not get flamed for it. And even if there WERE a few people wanting to start something, there'd always be more than enough people to stick up for the ones who were wronged, and help cease the drama. Now, it seems, there's not enough good people here to stop the drama. People can now not only get flamed and/or outright accosted because of their WORDS, but THEIR NAME can cause a huge backlash. Sure, some names are inappropriate, but flag 'em and let EP handle it. I confess, that I post less here than I us… [more]
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It was ME, okay? Not the ...It was ME, okay? Not the cat! I was the one who caused that horrid smell! Yes! I did it! I farted. 0.0 I've got *really* bad gas tonight.… [more]
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Is it really over?
I don't know what to do. I think its over. Skunktails and I, that is. I haven't cried. I want to. But I can't. I don't want kiddo to realize there's something horribly wrong. I don't want ME to realize there's something horribly wrong. I don't want to give myself the chance to freak out. Leaving Skunkie means I've gotta find a place of my own; I've gotta learn how to take care of myself, after over two years of being taken care of. I've got to be mommy and daddy. I've got to figure out what I'm going to tell my son, about why his 'step dad' isn't going to be there anymore. I want to say I hate Skunkie for this. I hate the fact that my son is loosing his daddy. What do I tell him? Where the … [more]
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I actually feel good tonight...
Well, except for being bored. I'm really, really proud of myself. Guess what we had for supper tonight? Pork chops, stuffing, and corn... All absolutely, positively perfectly delicious and delectable... THEN! I made CAKE! Chocolate chipped yellow cake, with chopped wild rhubarb in it! Ooooh, I am the absolute coolest... OMFG... Yeah, so what if I used a cake mix in a box! I did a damned FINE job of cooking tonight's supper, thank you VERY ******* MUCH! My mood: extremely alive… [more]
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Another damned FINE supper!
Despite it being made from leftovers! LOL... We had two leftover pork chops from last night... I cubed 'em, then put 'em in some cheesy broccoli rice, and added peas... Simple, cheap, but, oh so very good. :D Kiddo and I painted today! With what was left from his 'watercolors', from preschool last year. (You know, those cheap paints they give to kids, LOL?) But, at least it was fun, and I got a few new things added to my journal... They weren't exactly 'activities' in my journal, but I figured, what the hell. I'll add 'em anyway. :D And now kiddo and I are watching Pinocchio (Disney)... And I've got this acidic, bile, 'warm' feeling in the back of my throat and upper chest and it sucks, 'ca… [more]
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Hehe. HELP! Hehe.
Guess what? I'm asking *YOU* all for a bit of help. I'm in a mood tonight. SO... I'm not asking much, really. :D I figured this would be neat, since EP is such a big part of my life right now. What I want you folks to do is find one thing each, that I can glue/tape/staple into my new journal. I'll label each one with the date I place it in the book, and the name of the sender. Yeah, yeah, I'm asking you to use snailmail! Message me/comment on this blog entry, if you wish to be a part of my little journey through my first 'real' journal. But, be creative. Chewed up paper, washed paper, newspaper/magazine articles... Leaves, twigs, unwieldy things... Even keys, beads, feathers. I can promise … [more]
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