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      • In Which I Make My Husband Naked
        01/25/08
        In our efforts to improve our marriage and family, apparently I need to stay home more. That would be a heck of a lot easier if home didn't feel so much like Folsom Prison. Without guards. The first step to making home feel like a sanctuary is to make some asthetic improvements. Not wanting eve

      • Oh baby...DON'T stop! I am SO close!!!
        01/24/08
        I need some of the white stuff. I've been on the edge for the past week being tortured by this desire to have it, and having it dangled in front of me, never quite able to get any. I can smell it. I can almost taste it. I. am. so. CLOSE!

        It seems I would have to live in Alaska to rea

      • Statistically speaking...
        01/16/08
        Ok so I'm not very original. Interesting, stunningly beautiful and incredibly witty, yes, but original...notsomuch.

        My own version of Lara's Googlage is simply a must after visiting my statistic page today.

        Here are some...brow raising...ways people have stumbled acr

      • Finally, some GOOD news!
        01/15/08
        A handly little fact I've discovered:

        Emotional pain is connected to escape.

        Escape is connected to drinking and smoking too much.

        Drinking and smoking too much is connected to ulcers.

        Ulcers make your stomach feel like a punching bag. You also lose

      • Wow! Just....wow!
        01/14/08
        Oh internets. You haven't abandoned me! My cup overfloweth! Thank you for your warm wishes and encouragement. Though it indeed sucketh to be in the Pit of Despair (note the Princess Bride reference), it is somewhat good to know that I do not suffer alone.

        The following dialogue is a

      • Where Am I?
        01/07/08
        The easy answer to that question is lost. Very lost.

        There are so many things I simply cannot discuss on this blog, and it's frustrating. Why did I start blogging if I can't spew my verbal vomit all over the internet? Sadly, anonymity isn't as anonymous as it used to be. T

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