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That’s Not Rudy. Packing the Paintings. →. June 11, 2011. 20 days we won’t drink, Brandon and I promised last Friday night. And yesterday at day 7 I was texting my apologies 3 beers in. I woke up at 6 am this morning scared that I wouldn’t have enough time to run through my check list for the day before my “social life” caught up with me. I pulled my computer on to my lap and and got to work checking off the biggest thing before 7 am Kazam! I got out of the shower and remembered I was cold, because I am ...
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December | 2010 | My Therapy Alternative
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Monthly Archives: December 2010. December 30, 2010. Working with teenagers is the easiest way of reliving all of your middle school traumas. Something about kids between the ages of 13 and 16 makes them want to point out everything they can spot that is wrong with you. … Continue reading →. I hate scary movies. December 26, 2010. December 26, 2010. Itty Bitty Living Space. On Itty Bitty Living Space. Ceci Uzqueda on Cancer: The Beginnings. On Cancer: The Beginnings. On Cancer: The Beginnings.
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August | 2011 | My Therapy Alternative
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Monthly Archives: August 2011. August 1, 2011. I had a really bad cough. I was sixteen years old and it had just been carnival so everyone assumed it was the residue of a bad cold from 4 days of drinking and being wet. No one was worried about it, … Continue reading →. Itty Bitty Living Space. On Itty Bitty Living Space. Ceci Uzqueda on Cancer: The Beginnings. On Cancer: The Beginnings. On Cancer: The Beginnings. On Never get caught with your pan…. Blog at WordPress.com.
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February | 2012 | My Therapy Alternative
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Monthly Archives: February 2012. February 4, 2012. I grew up having night terrors like most people did, before generation medication took control of them. Back in the day, when you couldn’t put passwords on channels and we were all watching shit like Poltergeist and Nightmare on Elm Street. … Continue reading →. Itty Bitty Living Space. On Itty Bitty Living Space. Ceci Uzqueda on Cancer: The Beginnings. On Cancer: The Beginnings. On Cancer: The Beginnings. On Never get caught with your pan….
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Newer posts →. My love life. Abridged. To hear me say it: My Love Life. Abridged. I met a man when I was young,. He held my hand and slipped me tongue. And said I was all I should be. And that one day, he’d marry me. He said the same thing many years,. And as I grew it brought me fears. And hoping there was more to life. I chose to not yet be a wife! The next man that I met was great. And well aware of his great state. So Great he made it clear to see. That everything was wrong with me. And the storm cam...
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Itty Bitty Living Space | My Therapy Alternative
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Night Terrors →. Itty Bitty Living Space. October 23, 2011. It was induced by one of the many nannies I had growing up; lets call her Cecilia, because that was her name, and today I intend to protect no one. The drawer finally opened and I must have looked like shit because I was being instantly comforted and reassured with praise of how well I had done. And there were snacks. I can’t tell you how many times this punishment happened because they all blur into one. I liked her. Why? 8221; “I will ki...
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Never get caught with your pants down. | My Therapy Alternative
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My love life. Abridged. That’s Not Rudy. →. Never get caught with your pants down. April 8, 2011. Let me preface this story with a couple of things. Uno: I met my first love during catholic confirmation classes. He was giving a speech on premarital sex and why its worth to wait, and I was sitting in the front row devouring every word he was saying. We were together for four pure and patient years. Kind of. Mostly. Ever notice how most of the haste of love comes from either guilt or pride? Fill in your de...
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Packing the Paintings. | My Therapy Alternative
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Cancer: The Beginnings. →. June 20, 2011. I often found myself listening behind doors or peaking around corners, terrified and unable to pull away. There were also the unfortunate times when the fights would explode into the room I was in, and I would just freeze like a character from Toy Story. I remember this one particular fight in which my mom and dad exploded through the kitchen door. I’m leaving! I can’t take this anymore! She screamed. Leave! No YOU are crazy! Suddenly, the door to my parent’...
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January | 2011 | My Therapy Alternative
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Monthly Archives: January 2011. A Very Fragile Gag Reflex. January 25, 2011. Perhaps it started in the pool. We used to have a pool when I was a wee one; and my siblings, parents and I (all 7 of us) would be there all day long. I had just started swimming and … Continue reading →. Itty Bitty Living Space. On Itty Bitty Living Space. Ceci Uzqueda on Cancer: The Beginnings. On Cancer: The Beginnings. On Cancer: The Beginnings. On Never get caught with your pan…. Blog at WordPress.com.
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Cancer: The Beginnings. | My Therapy Alternative
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Itty Bitty Living Space →. August 1, 2011. But since I wanted so bad to miss school I dragged my mom to the doctor. And they told me something was wrong. And lord bless my little third world country, they had no fucking clue what it was. I went through weeks of seeing different doctors and different x-rays, and blood tests, and nada. And as a 16 year old, I found it annoying as fuck. So when my mom asked me to miss my youth group meeting on Friday to go get more x-rays I through a huge fit. 8221; I shake...