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Doubts | Chaotic Ramblings
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A Bit About Me. Random Musings and Other Fun Things…. Doubts January 9, 2007. 8212; lucygirl @ 12:24 pm. New year, new chances, right? And yet we deal with the same old issues…. What was not a blast, however, what was no fun at all, was our conversation just 3 nights later. Franky, I’m not sure how to handle that. Oh, but he still wants to move in with me, still wants to co-habitate. Some just tell me- am I being a fool here? 5 Responses to “Doubts”. January 9, 2007 at 12:59 pm. January 9, 2007 at 2:16 pm.
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In Defense of Dooce | Chaotic Ramblings
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A Bit About Me. Random Musings and Other Fun Things…. In Defense of Dooce January 26, 2007. 8212; lucygirl @ 12:24 pm. I know you can see the links on my blogroll and therefore have a pretty good idea of who I spend my free time obsessively keeping tabs on via their blogs. I know that Dooce. Have a sense of humor.” In essence, reading her experiences makes me less afraid to have children of my own. This, to me, is an invaluable gift. After the Ex-Fiance and I broke up (dissolved, shattered, imploded, wha...
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Um… | Chaotic Ramblings
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A Bit About Me. Random Musings and Other Fun Things…. Um… January 10, 2007. 8212; lucygirl @ 11:53 am. But not my boyfriend. Nope, he wants to shop for rings and have me sized. 8221; I don’t think I even looked at him the entire time we were in the store. Or after we left. And he was so intent- he needed answers, damn it, and he wanted to know what I liked because he didn’t want me wearing something for the rest of my life that I was apathetic at best about. You could’ve told me that before, Mister.
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Alive… | Chaotic Ramblings
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A Bit About Me. Random Musings and Other Fun Things…. Alive… January 24, 2007. 8212; lucygirl @ 3:24 pm. I took the news rather hard. Yes, I was terribly, utterly, profoundly unhappy there and I dreamt every day, every single day without fail, of leaving them, but it is quite another thing altogether to have. So yes, dear bloggersphere friends, I’m alive. I am not, however, well and I’m not sure how much longer it’s gonna have to be this way. 4 Responses to “Alive…”. January 25, 2007 at 10:29 am. Notify ...
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A Running Commentary: Broken
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I don't want to do this," I sobbed, more to myself than to anyone else, as I stood in the small room. There was a blanket on the floor and an exam table to my right. My mom sat in a chair in the corner and my dog sat at my feet, more than likely wondering what all the fuss was about. The time had come. He used to roll around on the floor and kick his legs in the air. I hadn't seen him do that in over a week, and he would no longer come when I called for him. I loved that dog with all of my heart and a fe...
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A Running Commentary: Dear Bobbie,
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It is nearly 4 am and I am drunk. Do you not realize how badly I need poutine at this very second? Surely that warrants poutine. I don't like you anymore. I LOVE THIS. Its real and powerful. Check out my blog I think we have similar tastes. Keep up the work, good friend. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Melodrama Of Manners. Broken Images, All Alike. Tales from The Great White North. The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century. Follow me on Twitter.
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A Running Commentary: April 2015
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I miss my dog. I'm sad without my dog. That's the only way to really describe it. I'm not depressed. I'm not despondent. I'm just sad. I'm melancholy. I know that, with time, my sadness will ease, but right now it feels like a defining characteristic. "My name is Megan," I want to say, "and I am sad.". I don't think my dog ever had a particularly impressive grasp of the English language either, but that never stopped me from talking to him. Links to this post. The time had come. His heart stopped within ...
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A Running Commentary: Because that is the least I can do
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Because that is the least I can do. I sat there, watching as my mother spoon fed him strawberry ice cream, wondering how aware of his surroundings he actually was. My grandfather had fallen a little over a week earlier and sustained a nasty black eye, a cut to his forehead and a broken right hip. He'd spoken very little since the accident, and, even before that, he'd been displaying signs of confusion. As my grandfather began to doze, we decided it was time to take leave. I bent down, kissed his fore...
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A Running Commentary: My best friend
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As I jogged at a leisurely pace on the treadmill, I looked over to my dog on the couch and squinted my eyes in an attempt to see if I could tell he was still breathing. As I stared at him, determining that he was in fact still very much alive, I tried to think back to some of the more memorable moments we've shared over the last decade. He is my best friend, and he is the only friend I have that has shit on my floor and faced absolutely zero consequences afterwards. I hope my dog knows how much I love hi...
