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rikimae
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| I wrote this story a few years ago, and was too chicken to post it.
Stephen, Evie, if you should ever come across this, I love you, and I'm sorry.
( Read on, if you dare )
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| I should start writing again. I don't even remember why I stopped. I miss writing. I remember the days when I'd put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, and before I knew it, I had 5 pages written. They didn't always make sense, but there's a feeling of accomplishment to it. When you see what you did. These days, I mostly find myself playing video games and watching tv, and there's no real accomplishment to that, unless you count when I pay off my loans in Animal Crossing.
I need a hobby, I keep saying. Well, writing is a hobby, isn't it? It's a hobby that I enjoyed for many years. It's a hobby that I'd hoped to someday make a career of, but at the rate I've been going, it's not even going to be a hobby anymore.
What's stopping me from picking it up now, you ask? I'm not really sure of that either. When I look at some of my unfinished pieces, that's all I do, look. I read it through, fix any spelling errors, and put it away again.
I need to start writing again, but how to begin? Should I try to pick up one of my unfinished stories and continue with them? Or should I start something new? I've no idea. I've gone over it so many times in my mind, and I'm starting to fear that maybe the passion that I felt for writing for so many years is gone.
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Chickenbones. I mentioned these to a friend the other day, and I don't think she was overly keen on the idea. What they are, if you don't know, are pink peppermints, about an inch long, with a strip of chocolate in the center. We generally get them around Christmas, but I think they can be acquired at just about any time. My grandfather loves them. I never really cared for them, but just the smell of them mean Christmas to me.. I think of my grandfather when I see them.
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I'd like to see a few things, but they are all related, if oddly. I'd like to see a cure for retinal degeneration, some way to regenerate the retina in someone who has lost a great deal of theirs. I'd also like to see a way to eliminate antirejection medication for transplant recipients. A way to do that would be to find a way to generate new organs, for those who need them, that the body does not see as foreign. The reason I'd like to see these happen in my lifetime, and the reason they are related, is because I would benefit from all of them. I have a rare genetic disease that's caused my retinas to degenerate. I also have kidney disease, and have had two failed transplants. I've been waiting on my third transplant since May of 2004. With every failed transplant, the body builds up a resistance, making the chances of the next one failing even better. If thebody never recognized the organ as foreign, there would be no need for antirejection medication, which can be toxic, to mask the organ from the immune system. Transplantation could then be considered a cure, and not a treatment, as the patient would only ever need the one.
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| I was just listening to a song, where the woman singer called herself high maintenence. I'm wondering, what constitutes a high maintenence or a low maintenence woman anyway?
I like to think of myself as low maintenence. I don't need much from a guy. I don't want one who hangs on my every word and needs to be with me 24/7, nor do I want one who's forever running to the door, like he's in a cage and needs to get away. All I need is a little attention now and then.
I can mold to whatever situation I'm in. I can run with the boys, or play with the girls. Enter into gossip, or enter a belching contest. Shop for clothes or shop for cars, although, I prefer to shop for toys, both for little and big kids.
I love with full force, and get my heart broken a lot because it's always so out in the open. I have a brain and can form my own ideas and opinions, but I can be swayed with the right argument. I may also just side with you to keep the peace.
Is this low maintenence? Or am I just a tomboy who never really grew up? How would I know the answers to these questions? Or am I supposed to know? And will any of this ever make a difference to anybody but me? | | comments: Leave a comment |
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Coconut squares. My grandmother and my great aunt always made coconut squares for the Christmas party that my grandmother had on Christmas night. They have a graham cracker crust on the bottom, the coconut slime (not sure what's in it, but I know it has coconut and condensed milk), and chocolate frosting on top. They are soooo good. Those mean Christmas to me.
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I would have to say that the show that sticks out in my mind as a legendary show would be the first time I saw Barenaked Ladies, for a few reasons. 1, I was 16 and was there without any parents. 2, I got in for free. 3, I got to meet the guys backstage. I still have my autograph book around here somewhere, which has their autographs, my ticket, and my backstage pass.
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my kitties are my kids. We get them the Tastations treats. They really are crack for cats. We have an old style stereo in front of the big window in the living room. We try to keep it clear of stuff, I think right now there's a plant and a picture, so that they can sit up there and look out the window.My Reese likes the fleece sheets that I have on my bed, so when he had to go into the hospital for bladder crystals, I took the pillow case from the set and put it in his carrier.
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