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She's a woman...: August 2005

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A journey into a transformation. Wednesday, August 31, 2005. Conversation about the current work stress levels. From about 9am this morning:. Me: Is it too early to have a shot of tequila? Nancy: I was actually thinking that an Old Fashioned would be great about now. Me: Too bad we don't have any. Nancy: Guess we'll have to settle for chocolate. Me: Well, I guess that'll have to do. Posted by Prudence @ 1:37 PM. Jabberwocky - the only poem I have totally memorized. Twas brillig, and the slithy toves.

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She's a woman...: June 2004

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A journey into a transformation. Friday, June 18, 2004. That is the word that is to describe the last few days of my emotional status. I have 3 friends now who don't ever call me back. I'm tired of it. Tired of leaving messages. Tired of waiting for my phone to ring. Whatever.they'll call me when they need something. So, after dealing with that and realizing that my involvement with the past again tugged a little more at my heartstrings than I wanted it to, I got an email from the one I'm holding out for.

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She's a woman...: July 2004

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A journey into a transformation. Thursday, July 08, 2004. Welcome to rantville.today I will be spouting minimally on a few topics that keep floating into my head. Oh how I LOVE an election year.(puke,snort,cough, gag) Alright already with all the stupid mudslinging. Give me a flippin break. Let's grow up boys. I don't know. I guess as long as you have fun and no one gets hurt. Honesty. Is it the best policy? Why is it so difficult? That I love him six ways to Sunday. Hmmm? Give me a break.they're peo...

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She's a woman...: October 2004

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A journey into a transformation. Wednesday, October 20, 2004. My New Theme Song is. A song called Another Lonely Day by Ben Harper.it goes like this:. Yes indeed I'm alone again. And here come emptiness crashing in. It's either love or hate. I can't find in between. Cause I've been with witches. And I have been with a queen. It wouldn't have worked out any way. So now it's just another lonely day. Wish there was something. I could say or do. I can resist anything. But the temptation from you. 5 Reading a...

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She's a woman...: August 2004

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A journey into a transformation. Tuesday, August 10, 2004. Yeah, so I know.it's been a long time. Hanging with the B.S. man a lot.listening to music. Finally saw the T gal again.don't know about that.so many excuses. Have been wanting to see M. Posted by Prudence @ 1:28 PM. Wisconsin, United States. View my complete profile. The New Moon Cafe. Musings Of A Life Gone Awry. Pills, and Thrills, and Bellyaches. This Tangled Bramble of a Core. His Words - By A Boy. Black And White And Red All Over.

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She's a woman...: February 2005

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A journey into a transformation. Friday, February 18, 2005. Recoil - ani difranco. Come home and my guitar. Has nothin to say to me. I recoil from all my friends. And then i'm in misery. Been so long since i've been held. Really since i was his. Probably just need to be held. That's probably all it is. Course, then i think of my dad. Who time travels mostly now. Back to when he was free. And holding out hope somehow. Who sits all day in a line. Of wheelchairs against a wall. Who are comforting themselves.

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She's a woman...: September 2004

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A journey into a transformation. Wednesday, September 29, 2004. I'm tired of the bulls*#t. I'm tired of being told I'm wonderful, but not wonderful enough to be in a relationship with. Who cares, their loss right? But it hurts like hell. Like having a fresh finger cut and pouring salt on it. It's unbelieveable and I can't deal with it anymore. Let's do everything on everyone else's terms. I hope I cry during dinner tonight. I really do. Then maybe he'll know. Posted by Prudence @ 1:31 PM.