It’s currently 4:55 a.m. and I’m laying in one of Trillium Mississauga’s beds, hooked up to a heart monitor, ECG machine (aren’t they the same thing?!), the blood pressure machine and an IV drip. And no one knows I’m here. Except my son, who happened to be awake at 3 a.m. I swear he’s his … More I’m Too Tired To Think Of A Title…
It’s my birthday tomorrow. And maybe it’s because I’m turning a “big, round number” but I’m reflecting. I have a folder in my email titled “Things Worth Saving” and decided to peruse through it. Wow. I don’t want to call it a mistake but it’s got me all nostalgic and shit. Emails I’ve sent and … More Big, Round Number.
I don’t do reviews. I have opinions that I’d rather keep to myself, unless an opinion is asked of me of course. But let it be told that this is in no way, shape, or form a review. I don’t read erotica. Aside from Anne Rice’s “Exit to Eden” when I was 20 years old, … More How Many Shades Are You?
I’d forgotten how intense our relationship had been. I was half-expecting to see him. So you could imagine the thud of my heartbeat against my chest when we locked eyes that evening, just a few days ago. Immediately my mind went into reminiscent mode… I remember the night we met. Well, since we’d grown up. … More I’d Forgotten …
I just received a call from my youngest son’s school principal. Apparently, a 13-year old girl took a nude photo of herself and forwarded it to her crush who forwarded it to a friend who forwarded it to a friend who forwarded it to my son. The principal wanted to let me know that police … More Hug Your Children.
For those of you who know me in real life and know how loud and annoying I can be when I’m talking about something I’m feeling extra strongly about, picture that voice now. Dear 2011; You sucked some big, ugly ass. Seriously. I’m trying to go through all the months in order really slowly in … More Dear 2011…..
So many thoughts. And I can’t find a single way to make sense of them all. You’d think I’d have this down pat, having lost so many loved ones to this fucking disease. Fuck cancer. Terry was 29. Was. I can’t believe I’m using his name in the past tense. There’s nothing I can say. … More In Memory…Terry
Let me write my thoughts quickly while I sit and wait for him. I want to capture this moment… It always starts the same way. A random text message: “Baby girl?” “Yes baby”. “My dick misses you”. “I know. So?” “So let’s go”. He has no idea. He’ll never know. ‘Cause I’ll never tell him. … More He’ll Never Know
It’s September. Fall is around the corner. This excites me. I get to prepare for hibernation. Here’s my deal: I met and married my husband by the time I was 21. I had my 2 children back to back within 20 months. I owned my first home at 24 years of age. Imagine what my … More So I’m Selfish. And?!
I’d forgotten all about Cash Money ’til late last night when I noticed a new avi for one of my favourite people on Twitter. If any of my girls remember Cash Money, you’ll agree with me on the striking resemblance. I met him at the club. He was about two inches shorter than me, but … More Cash Money
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