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Confessions of a serial diplomat: June 2006
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Confessions of a serial diplomat. When you want to scream at the world, but are forced to just smile and move on. this is what is created. Tuesday, June 27, 2006. Compassion for oneself is not always easy. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not always the most patient of individuals. It may take me a while to make up my mind, but when I do, I want results! Apparently, that’s the same even when I am not in control. I don’t accept that! I try and laugh, but the reality is, it pisses me off! My mind is bet...
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Confessions of a serial diplomat: November 2006
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Confessions of a serial diplomat. When you want to scream at the world, but are forced to just smile and move on. this is what is created. Sunday, November 05, 2006. I believe in love. I believe that we are surrounded by it, sustained by it and never meant to truly understand it. It is a force so powerful that it can keep one alive and kill them all at the same time. Its forms are endless and its definition impossible for us to understand. Why is it that as a child this notion doesn’t seem so abstract?
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Confessions of a serial diplomat: May 2006
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Confessions of a serial diplomat. When you want to scream at the world, but are forced to just smile and move on. this is what is created. Wednesday, May 31, 2006. Random acts of violence a fact of living in the city? 1) he hit me in the right eye, my glasses went flying. 2) he hit me in left eye and my already blurry vision got cloudier. 3) he hit my nose; I heard pops, but didn’t have time to digest it before:. 4) he hit me on the right side of my mouth. Posted by J @ 4:56 PM. Sunday, May 21, 2006.
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Confessions of a serial diplomat: February 2007
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Confessions of a serial diplomat. When you want to scream at the world, but are forced to just smile and move on. this is what is created. Friday, February 23, 2007. Simple words that just. Work. Almost as though for my benefit, the child ran around the row of seats and paused right in front of me, laughing a bit too loud, and dragging me from my reverie. The mother was not far behind and the following exchange occurred:. Mother, I’m gonna get that hug whether you want to give it to me or not. The cast o...
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Confessions of a serial diplomat: July 2006
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Confessions of a serial diplomat. When you want to scream at the world, but are forced to just smile and move on. this is what is created. Tuesday, July 18, 2006. Anyone who has taken care of kids knows that look, a slight turning up of the lips, a widening of the eyes with a little twinkle and then the eye-brows go up before all of it gets scrunched together and you hear it thwap. A poopy diaper. The saddest part was that at 2 am, I expected a logical response from a one-year old.). Posted by J @ 3:10 PM.
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Confessions of a serial diplomat: January 2007
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Confessions of a serial diplomat. When you want to scream at the world, but are forced to just smile and move on. this is what is created. Wednesday, January 31, 2007. The cute blond in the cube behind me. I am sure I will love it. We will both be starting on separate client-sites come Monday and our daily interactions will be, obviously, limited. I’m going to miss him and I am going to have to do something to make sure I continue to have time with him Now don’t get ahead of yourselves (yes, mother a...
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Confessions of a serial diplomat: September 2006
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Confessions of a serial diplomat. When you want to scream at the world, but are forced to just smile and move on. this is what is created. Monday, September 25, 2006. A weekend of celebration ends, and with it the fulfillment of a fantasy. I did wake-up with someone on my birthday; he’s adorable with big greenish blue eyes, he cuddles perfectly and let me know that at that moment I was all that mattered. He kept me warm, kept me company and set the perfect tone for my birthday. Posted by J @ 5:08 PM.
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Confessions of a serial diplomat: October 2006
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Confessions of a serial diplomat. When you want to scream at the world, but are forced to just smile and move on. this is what is created. Thursday, October 19, 2006. Searching for a New Professional Life. I can’t speak for us all, but I can speak for me. Is this just life? Is it true what they say, you aren’t meant to love what you do, that’s why it’s called ‘work’? For my sake, I have to believe no, I have to believe that I, and my friends, won’t continue to wake-up every morning thinking this is it?
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Confessions of a serial diplomat: December 2006
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Confessions of a serial diplomat. When you want to scream at the world, but are forced to just smile and move on. this is what is created. Monday, December 18, 2006. The Honda Civic LX wins! This is my new baby alright, I may have wanted a boyfriend for Christmas/Chanukah, but instead I got something more reliable a car! Why the name Nikko? Posted by J @ 1:15 PM. Criticizing the ones we love. It is obvious that we are often the most critical of those who are closest to us, but why? Posted by J @ 1:09 PM.
