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More equipped to deal with life? Oh well. Hey, remember all that spiritual stuff I was pounding all the keystrokes about for months and months, maybe a year or more? Well, the good news is a lot of it is committed to muscle memory! Hi vague Bobby. I changed my blog address, If youre interested. Click on Susie. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bobby Bobby's Mental Health Journey of Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobby. Who cares. Too much thinkin. Dis’n Dat / Diss unn’ Dat. 8220;Sed quid tempus est? Olympic G...
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http://skullbolt.blogspot.com/2013/11/time-for-list-1-after-one-hundred-years.html
Time for a list:. 1) After one hundred years in that relationship with that one and only person, I forgot how to deal with other people. 2) Last night I felt as though the most crucial writing task of my life was upon me, but I went to bed. 3) I am currently waiting out a rain shower, sitting in my car, waiting to go into a store. The other people who are pulling into the parking lot are showing admirable hustle, getting out of their car and running through the rain. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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SkullBolt: March 2014
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I'm neck deep in life stuff: Moving stuff, a couple weekend trips, human relations, work work work and a deep space nine habit. It's 4:24am Sunday morning and I feel like I'm faced with choices: 1. Watch some videos about some technology that may or may not put me ahead in my work. 2. Write a blog post. 3. Watch more deep space nine. 4. Watch Alfred Hitchcock Presents. 5. Work on a dumb little story I've been pecking at. 6. Meditate. 7. Try to sleep. Good night or good morning. Links to this post. Bodydr...
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I'm neck deep in life stuff: Moving stuff, a couple weekend trips, human relations, work work work and a deep space nine habit. It's 4:24am Sunday morning and I feel like I'm faced with choices: 1. Watch some videos about some technology that may or may not put me ahead in my work. 2. Write a blog post. 3. Watch more deep space nine. 4. Watch Alfred Hitchcock Presents. 5. Work on a dumb little story I've been pecking at. 6. Meditate. 7. Try to sleep. Good night or good morning. I like Nurse Jackie. After...
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SkullBolt: November 2014
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Links to this post. Links to this post. Links to this post. Links to this post. Links to this post. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Bobby Bobby's Mental Health Journey of Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobby. Who cares. Too much thinkin. Dis’n Dat / Diss unn’ Dat. 8220;Sed quid tempus est? Cuius cum nihil unquam sit, omnia tamen in illo sunt et semper omnibus assistit. Illud idem omnia generat et occidit,. August 2016 Papa'aloa, Hawaii. Hacker. Ninja. Hooker. Spy. Woman with No Regrets. 10 Steps...
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I am queen of delete. Especially when Im being pissy about the neighbors. You never know who is lurking on your blog. :-). Sometimes I wish there were things I said on my blog that were worth deleting. I am pretty unexciting. It isnt my favorite thing about myself. Its your blog. You should post whatever you want to post. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bobby Bobby's Mental Health Journey of Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobby. Who cares. Too much thinkin. Dis’n Dat / Diss unn’ Dat. Woman with No Regrets.
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I ran into an amazing person! This guy.he wrestled from age FIVE! He's from friggin Iowa, and he was in on that whole Dan Gable. Thing in Iowa. I had already seen the guy numerous times at this Dharma Center. These Burning Man people.anyway. Things is looking fun and crazy and exciting in boring Florida. Hey, let me tell you this: Don't post to your blog drunk. But if you do, who cares. Nobody's reading it anyway. I am You sound fine. Yeah, I guess for a drunken post, this wasnt the worst, ha. There is s...
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SkullBolt: August 2014
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Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Bobby Bobby's Mental Health Journey of Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobby. Who cares. Too much thinkin. August 2016 Papa'aloa, Hawaii. Woman with No Regrets. I'm going insane. The boy moved to Michigan yesterday. I don't think he'll forget about me, but it's so hard to not have any news. He's so incredibly busy . Space Cat Rocket Ship. The Anonymous Perils of A Single Southern Woman. Olympic Gold Winning, Ice Cream Eating, and Peaches Sex! Well, sort of! In the ...
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http://skullbolt.blogspot.com/2013/11/today-i-saw-guy-riding-bike-carrying.html
Today I saw a guy riding a bike carrying a rake, and because my brain is really racing lately, I flooded this sight of this guy on a bike with a rake.I flooded. It with all of this mental activity. My first unfortunate reaction was to make fun of him. like he was a superhero."Look! Then I felt guilty. for making fun of him. Today should be a productive day at work, if I can focus all of this mental activity on something productive that is. You are too funny. I like reading your ramdom thoughts! August 20...
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http://skullbolt.blogspot.com/2013/11/my-brother-always-carried-gun.html
My brother always carried a gun. He didn't always need. It He didn't really need. I was extremely nervous. Stop the fuckin car, Bobby! My brother was screaming at me as I drove. I was afraid my brother would shoot at this guy. I was afraid of the guy in the truck behind us.or guys. I had no idea who it was behind us. It could have been six dudes with shotguns. It could have been one scrawny teenager. Finally I stopped the car. So he could walk his ass home three hours (the least. So we sat there and we s...
