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confessions-of-a-tangled-mind: March 2010

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This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time. Wednesday, March 31, 2010. I am a first responder. I come on to emergency scenes and I help people get through them. I have lifesaving skills. I breathe life back into those in their darkest, most desperate hour. Generally, I stumble upon people in need of my craft, but lately I have been seeking disasters out. Are there second responders that receive a signal when the first responder is down? I knew ...

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confessions-of-a-tangled-mind: June 2008

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This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time. Thursday, June 26, 2008. However, while I was cleaning I picked up a bead and began to think to myself, "gee wiz, that sure is a funny place to find a bead." Then after closer inspection my thoughts quickly switched to, "What the F#@%? Why the hell is there a tooth in my closet? Who's tooth is it and how did it get there? Posted by manic hispanic. Links to this post. Tuesday, June 24, 2008. I can say ...

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confessions-of-a-tangled-mind: Aloicious and Potato

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This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time. Thursday, March 04, 2010. I feel like I can’t remember the last time I had a day off. That is the thing about not having a set schedule. Your days off are so erratic; it’s almost as if they will never come and, once they pass, it’s as though they never happened. Is this one foot in the grave or one foot out the door? One day I will own pajamas. The shampoo bottle’s way of saying, “Psst! You ran me thr...

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confessions-of-a-tangled-mind: describes the universe

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This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time. Tuesday, March 16, 2010. You are the hypercolor to my adult life. It’s as though everything we had done prior had led up to this moment. i should be present, because it could be the happiest moment of my life. In the end, as people, our desires carry us away from our needs. they are our undoing and resurrection—a cleansing forest fire that will surely create new life. I was relieved when you told me I...

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confessions-of-a-tangled-mind: February 2010

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This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time. Sunday, February 28, 2010. He loves me.he loves me not.where is he? I am looking for a man. Today, I saw a dapper man crossing the street. He is the kind of man who sends out his shirts for cleaning. His collar smacked of starch. He has a medicine cabinet full of grooming supplies. His nails are clean. He has crisp edges. He is a well-presented package. He is of no interest to me. My someone knows he ...

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confessions-of-a-tangled-mind: falling: Jennifer's Body

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This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time. Sunday, March 14, 2010. She looked so peaceful. …. If we were related, like lions from the same pride, I would have laid down next to her and nuzzled my face into her open palm. We would be warm with love and any other creature who happened to pass by, even a sparrow, would want to share in the display of love and serenity. I knew how she felt. Posted by manic hispanic. Subscribe to: Comment Feed (RSS).

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confessions-of-a-tangled-mind: he loves me...he loves me not...where is he?

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This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time. Sunday, February 28, 2010. He loves me.he loves me not.where is he? I am looking for a man. Today, I saw a dapper man crossing the street. He is the kind of man who sends out his shirts for cleaning. His collar smacked of starch. He has a medicine cabinet full of grooming supplies. His nails are clean. He has crisp edges. He is a well-presented package. He is of no interest to me. My someone knows he ...

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confessions-of-a-tangled-mind: January 2008

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This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time. Monday, January 21, 2008. Recently, feminism has been regarded with the same affinity as labor unions and tax levies. The question often asked is, “what has it done for me lately? 8221; Is the job done? Have Third Wave feminists been left with nothing to do but flounder? Let's look at some feminist theories and respective goals, shall we? Posted by manic hispanic. Links to this post. Today was orienta...

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confessions-of-a-tangled-mind: November 2009

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This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time. Sunday, November 22, 2009. I've got my spine, i've got my orange crush. On my walk, made impossible by vanity and logistics, I passed by a house with a yard full of cats about to be euthanized. Just then, the person who [suddenly] appeared as my travel accompaniment up until the present told the proprietor of the establishment that we would take one. We would? I got her to my uncle's house and my othe...