Oops there goes another Rubber tree plant/Day 4 of Truth.

  Ahhh.. “Highhhhh Hopes, yes he had- highhhhh hopes. That song makes me happy. My mom used to sing it to me when I was a kid. I’m trying to remember that ant. Right now. Last week everything seemed possible. I had some majorly high hopes that I could get back into a strong routine [...]

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30 Days of Truth: Day 3- Something I have to forgive myself for.

These are tough. I’ve been thinking about this one for a while now, and I’m not sure I’m at a place in my life where I’m comfortable discussing some of these prompts in public. There are many actions I’ve taken in my life that I would love to take back. There are also several instances [...]

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I kind of survived my Birthday weekend. Kind of. But at least I didn’t fall. I don’t think.

Holy mother of my soul Ironman. It’s Monday night and I’m still hurting a little bit… but I would say the pain is well worth it. I would go into all the details of seeing Michael Ian Black, two back to back nights of karaoke filled-fun including a rendition of “California Girls” with my MOTHER, [...]

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I’m still not a twi-hard… Poo can suck it… and your mom.

Yes, it’s true. I’m writing again. That’s twice in the span of like 4 days and kind of like a miracle… only nothing like a miracle. I think miracles have to really benefit someone.. and since I’m 3 brain cells short of being put in a special home, this rambling nonsense surely won’t benefit anyone. [...]

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