tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63045512011-04-21T19:18:27.027-07:00Somedeepmysterynoreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304551.post-1131992048726552392005-11-14T10:12:00.000-08:002005-11-14T10:14:08.733-08:00

  

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This is gonna hurt like Hell

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What would I want to say today, if I had something to say?Okay, so that makes no sense, I realize that. It was just a statement I had to make. I’ve had a fine day today. Last night I forced myself to stay up and finish a scene I had been agonizing over all day. Remarkably enough, it took sitting down with a pad of paper, and of all things, a pencil, to get it done. It is so odd and a bit annoying

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I wish I knew how to create my own mood theme that I could put into Blogger. I could jimmy-rig one, but it would be a pain. imood is boring I want to make my own mood pictures. :)

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Ah yeah. I was just playing with this idea :)That's a Jason Mraz song. Don't sue! I didn't play the whole thing!!!

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According to this test, I am prefectly normal. Which worries me...Joe Normal34 % Nerd, 47% Geek, 17% Dork I am apparetly 59% Geekier then other people my age.

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There is this Challenge. Firefly Friday. It’s on an LJ, but I don’t have one so I’m just posting it here. I figure, hey I’m not really using this blog enough, so here I am. Fan Fiction baby. :)It's a bit long, so the rest is hidden behind the "full page" link.Earth was the challenge.They Call it Earth Sometimes“I’m afraid I don’t understand the point of this, husband.”Dirt hadn’t been apart of

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I was going to say hostile but it's not hostile at all. I have happily allowed Firefly to take over both Blogs now. LOL. I've been having alot of fun with it.I've visted several LJ's in the past weeks, and they can be pretty shiny. Especially with the community aspect they seem to have. But I like my Blogger. I can make it look any way I want ! All I have to do is figure out the "how" of it :p

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I think I like messing around with the look of my blog then actual blogging...So I added this "Read more" thing, to clean up long posts. Now, it says "Read More" on every post even if there isn't more to read! Hmmm.

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pain is twistng at my inside like so vile creature.pulling and tearing.i feel so raw.i can't change it can't fixcan't even rage against iti am alone in itand that can't change broken hearted sounds so cliche it doesn't tell the truth the sickness in my chest so strong it steals my hunger steals my sleep steals my very thoughts away from joyful things oh God i cannot stand it how do i still

Somedeepmysterynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304551.post-1122492524545210952005-07-27T12:26:00.000-07:002005-07-27T12:28:44.546-07:00

There are things far worse then having to retype a blog because the thing glitched on ya, but still...it sucks.The man and I went to california had a grand time sans kids. Universal, Hollywood, drove around went dancing. It was good time. Didn't see any movie stars though, dang it.

Somedeepmysterynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304551.post-1122492380128628272005-07-27T12:25:00.000-07:002005-07-27T12:26:20.126-07:00

Ok this is a test since last time it refused me...

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I just spoilered my self. All I was doing was searching and not for spoilers either, just a name, and the spoiler was right there in the little blurp they give you that has your search word in it.Ugh! and I was like "Ahh" and hit back but it was too late.And it was a doozie of a spolier too. May have broken my heart even.DANG IT!No I'm not telling what it was a spoiler for either...but man if it

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I am officially having a good day. I mean I don't think much can really ruin it. Oh they might provide bad moments, but the day? The day is officially mine!I just found two peices of story, that I thought lost forever in the computer crash! I had pringted them out! I didn't remember. This is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO great. OH you just have no idea :DAnd a printed version of a banner I made as well, which

Somedeepmysterynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304551.post-1120112556498775832005-06-29T23:21:00.000-07:002005-06-29T23:22:36.503-07:00

Don't you hate it when they make a sequel to a movie where everybody from the first movie dies except maybe one character? Then it kind of makes the first movie pointless.I hate that, It's so annoying!

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Yeah, so much for that whole loving the rain idea! My GOD my house was mayhem today. It was out of control. I feel as though I am standing in the aftermath of a hurricane.OK if you've been in a hurricane I hope that doesn't offend you. I realize I should be thankful it was just a kidnado and not a tornado. But sometimes you just strive for the imagery.I often have a tendency to second guess

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It's monday morning, and I'm sending last nights dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets to their doom down the garbage disposal, and this it the thought that is crossing my mind. Arrgh.I've just spent the weekend sans kids. Did I miss them? Yes. BUt you cannot deny ther luxury of just getting up and hopping in the car on a whim and then spending a good hour or so shopping without anyone screaming

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Picture You & Me

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I am feeling so jazzed today. I just have this great buzzing happiness pumping through me. I wanna jump up and down and do a little dance. I'm finding funny things a bit extra funny. I just can't tell you what it is, but I feel swell.However I am supposed to be writing LOL and I"m not.Well technically I'm writing thisbut really typing but you know what I mean.But I mean working on a story! So I

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Man I get kind of obssesive about my titles! I want them to be something but they always end up nothing. I usually never know what I am going to write untilI actually write it.Today is a good day. Not for any amazing reason, nothing deep or philosophical about it. It just is. Good things happen, small things but hey that's ok. The sun is shining I planted some flowers. My house is filled with

Somedeepmysterynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304551.post-1117954059261626292005-06-04T23:47:00.000-07:002005-06-04T23:53:22.050-07:00

I was thinking how much cheaper this whole web log on the go thing would be if i still had cricket.

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I really like spring.I like driving down the street, in the truck with my husband, on our way to get good soil for planting.I like seeing the people out of their houses. Some teens are yaking it up drinking pop on their front porch in what look like comfy old couches.Down the street from me they have their stereo sticking out the window and are sitting on the hood of mom's car listening to it.The

Somedeepmysterynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304551.post-1117862909947747702005-06-03T22:27:00.000-07:002005-06-03T22:28:29.953-07:00

Not posting here apparently. Ah I know you are not surprised. I am notorious blog neglecter! HAHA

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Yeah I promised I'd be right back, that worked out really well did,not it? Of course as so as we got home we went straight into Christmas prep! I'll start with the fact I didn't want to go on this trip, not because I'm opposed to in-laws, or Disneyland, but because the timing was whack. Two kids birthdays in Nov and then Christmas. not the best time to take a trip. And I had a plan dang it, for

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Hey-lo People~ I am currently on the Thanksgiving trip from hell. In sunny California (Whoo hoo not) It is actually green here right now which is nice. I usually end up down here in the summer and the ugliness is almost overwhelming. Especially when you are on the freeway. But there is the ocean, which always looks beautiful, so that's a plus. I'm just so sorry if I've offended any Californians.

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We are getting ready to go on the big trip, the big *frelling annoying trip! I have a bad attitude about this trip, can you tell? Only because there are other ways I'd like to spend that money this time of year, and I think a trip could wait until March or something. On the plus side, I don't have to make anything for Thanksgiving. So at least there is one positive. I think maybe my antsyness is

Somedeepmysterynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304551.post-1100623288361354942004-11-16T08:31:00.000-08:002004-11-16T08:41:28.363-08:00

Ah I am bad. Well, Sexy beast, aka, my 160 gig hard drive got infected with something. So much for my firewall. He is off being looked over and meanwhile I am stuck with my dinky 6 gig. Which can barely run XP, and has issues of it's own. Also, all my stories are on that drive, I didn't back up my latest batch of work before it crashed, so now I'm stuck. And It bites. I'm so addicted to my

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Finally back online. I was having such issues with my ISP, it was driving me crazy. But finally I am able to come back and blabber away about nothing. I do have a new hobby to chat about and it will probably come up often. This is fish keeping! I have a tank full of little friends, so far they are doing great. They are fun to watch and relaxing.I hope things continue to go well. I got a few new

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Why do my darlings always have to pee "very badly" only when i have just entered the batroom, or reached the back of Costco? Also, there is no place in my house to go these days where I can be alone. Except maybe the bathroom, but then there is usually someone outside saying, "I need to pee very badly" Plus, it is not a good place for writing. I am very frustrated today. I can't focus and that is

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I like it when everyone else sleeps in, and I actually wake up on my own all alone. Sure I'd rather be sleeping in on some level, but on another, I enjoy having the house to myself. This is the reason I usually stay up so very late at night, the need to be alone. My house is filled with Kids and their friends, it is rarely quiet. Except for today, they are sleeping in and I am not.... Ok wait,

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The newest addition to our family. An aquarium. An, as of yet, fishless aquarium. Actually I'm pretty excited about it. I always wanted a tank full of fish. But I am a little worried I won't be able to give them a good home. I mean my last fish Fred did live for 4 year. A goldfish, so maybe I'll be ok, but then again I don't have the best track record with other pets. Not from neglect just a

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I'm very frustrated with my writing right now. Even when I know what I want to write I can't seem to focus. I wish I knew what it was that was restraining me, holding me back. I feel like some one is stepping on my coat tails. Also I'm having a  harder time writing at the computer then usual. I enjoy writing on paper, but not the transcribing that comes later, so I try to write as much as I can

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I wanted to see you Standing out there in the sun Your eyes bright with happiness Happiness because I was there   But no I didn't get what I wanted Your eyes are lifeless now And you don't even know  That I am here at all No happiness for either of us now You see Corny as it is You were my sunshine I never realized just how dark the world was before Oh is it ever dark...

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This thing would not publish today! But now it should be fine. I just felt this need to express that men are very annoying. I mean first they are gone and you miss them like crazy then they come back and drive you crazy! What is up with that?

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I think I had a breakthrough. I have written so much today! I can hardly believe it! It's amazing. I'm so happy about it. Now I need to get back to it!

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Being a woman is sometimes a pain... Literally. I hate being in pain, because it makes me grouchy. I don't like to snap at people, especially the ones I love. But, alas, they get the snappage anyhow. Snappage is not a word, I do know this, but most words we use weren't words at one time, so there! Bye

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So it has been awhile now huh? Sorry about that. The fourth of July weekend threw me off, but I'm here again. I am especially happy today, because I finally got all the info off my tiny baby hard drive. I didn't get a chance to move it all be for my free date with the computer dude to put in my new hard drive. Today I got every thing off of it burned onto two disks :) Still I miss my little Pee

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My sister took me to a movie last night. Not the one I wanted to see...Spiderman, which was showing at 12:01. But then after the movie, it was 11:30 so she said we could try to sneak in, but we failed. Now I have to wait til Thursday. I suppose I will survive. Why Spiderman? You know, I wish I could tell you. When I was around 11 or 12 I started reading the Spiderman comis strip in the sunday

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Finally, I finished a full part of my newest story. It's not perfect, far far from it, but it is some good bones to add onto, so I am feeling pretty good about it. I have felt lately that I've been beating my head on a wall, a very hard wall, and I couldn't get around it over it or through it. But I also finished my June Challenge fic, just before the end of June. Yay Me!

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Clouds...thank God!

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The words. So very many words, they just kind of jumble around in my head sometimes. Like round, glassy marbles, rolling from one side to the other. Sometimes I have a full thought, sometimes I don't. One moment it is clear the next it's lost, and I'm looking everywhere. Hello little idea, come out come out where ever you are...You little dirty rotten @!#*$ Oh well.

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Time seems to be that thing that every one has, but no one has enough of. Now that the sun is shining, my time seems even more limited. Which is major sucky :p I have found enough time to write about twenty sentences, but I am lacking in room to concentrate. Maybe I just don't really want to concentrate, which isn't a good thought for the hope that this story gets finished. but I am hopeful none

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Wreck me Go ahead say what you want to say I know you're just in agony Hit me with it Let me have it I deserve your assault I know you're just angry Kiss me sweetheart Claim what is yours I won't let you leave I know you only want to run and hide I hurt you I regret every word I refuse to live with out you End of discussion Stay

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What is this ache? This empty, angry, hungry hole gnawing away on my insides Chewing relentlessly at my brain Until all I can think about is you Your sweet face, in the moonlight smiling As you said good bye.

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Here is my desktop, literally and otherwise :)

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Sunny days are here It's enough to make you want to work in the yard Drive real fast Do all sorts of other crazy things Bring on the sunshine baby

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Happy Monday! I am feeling better today. My inner self feels a bit more lively. The sun is shining! I'm hoping I will have sometime alone with my note book today! Just me, the notebook and a pen, curled up in my comfy swing, enjoying the fresh air. But this blog is written on the run. Rushed Hurried harassed! Gotta go...

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So, that email posting turned out alright, that's pretty cool. But you know it's not so bad to just get here to the sight and do it myself :) Where the freak is summer people? That is all I want to know. Oh and there may be a light a the end of this writer's block tunnel. I think I just wrote something!

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I simply have to try out this blogging by email thing. That is pretty cool actually. I can sit here and type up some thoughts and just send them on over. I wonder how long it takes, or if the color of test I use is the color it posts with? Yes I know you don't care about my ramblings :)

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Happy Birthday Josh Jackson. :)Forgive myFreakyNature

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Yeah now that's creativity! Hey as a title. I mean, really can you think of anything more inspiring then that? I can't, actually, that's the problem. But I promised myself I'd do better posting to this thing. Although, I know no one reads it. :p Who would? Anyhow, I cas contemplating a nakedness story, and really if my favorite man of all time, naked, can't inspire me, then I think I could be in

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Which way? Which way do i go here. i'm staring at blankness what do i put down words a picture a sketch of some sort Something needs to fill this space something something Ahh, but it just stays empty because I can't decide. I think I'll just rip it...

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Hey it worked for awhile yesterday. I got a glimmer, a little sun, but now the gloom has returned. I still have that blobby, icky, almost claustrophobic sense of boredom, and I don't know what to do about it. I still can't seem to write anything, but ideas are stewing in my brain, which is some hope I suppose. :p maybe more later...

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My mood is a gray as the day. I'm really sick of rain. Would it be so hard for the sun to shine? For the clouds to just move along their way and come back some other time? I think not. All I need is a little sparkle, a little glimmer A little life in this doldrums humdrum day. Shoo scat go bug Seattle, they are used to oodles of rain. Sigh they are not listening...

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Like a lump. Like a big lump of glop. Ooo I feel like that water spirit in Spirited away! Goooooood movie if you haven't seen it :) I can't write anything! So I'm writing anything I wish I was better at keeping up this blog. I would like to be a blog-a-licious blogger but alas. I suck. Of course you already know that. :p

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Like a Freight Train Is it just the chill of the morning air that makes that train whistle sound so forlorn? As I lie here in my bed with out you, I imagine it feels the loneliness I feel Or perhaps more the loneliness you feel Out there traveling moving going every where but home It’s cold I’m not concerned, but I can smell it, the cold of winter outside my window As the pale gray light of

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Searching I’m searching. Every corner every crevice of this place. For you. Gone is your sent now from your pillow case. I slept on it so many nights I took it way. Washed away with my own. I had to wash it. Now it smells just plain and ordinary. A nice clean smell. I hate it. Your shirts I’ve worn, holding them close to my skin Until I’ve worn away that wonderful thing that is only you. The

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Arrgh I can't believe it. Again I am blocked. It is always the same. I have a place to got, but soem tof the details along the way, the getting there are lost to me. Finally I break through, I have days of victorious fluent flowing words and then I finish a particular set of events and it's like I run into a wall! All of a sudden I have no Idea how to put into words what I want, or even what

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SO Since I got out of the writer's block, I've been writing up a storm and therefore not blogging! Sorry about that. I promised myself I would be obsessive about it, but I never keepmy promises to myself. Plus not to mention the fact that even now one of my kids is doing everythgn in his power to keep me from writing anything at all. God Forbid mom should do something that doesn't revolve

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The Pen There is something very assuasive about using the pen, about writting things down by hand, it's... argh. I hate it when my brains fail me, lol. As I climb into bed tonight the word I'm searching for will hit me, as it usually does. Unfortunatley this is not a story I can come back to and fix. Well I could, bu tit would take a way from the raw authenticity of this rant. As if anyone

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Thoughtless Do does announcing that one reads romance novels place one in some sort of "category". Making me a lesser person? Because I don't think I care. I mean, I'll read whatever takes my fancy! Though, suspense and romance do seem to top the charts. I cannot for the life of me write anything today, I look at the words and I'm at a loss. Which brings me here. Here there is no writers block

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LMAO Ok so can a blog about writing rant about reading as well? Who cares! it's my dang blog. Jennifer Cruisie is a godess. She has brightened my days. Things are hard here righ tnow for many differing reasons, and I fing sanctuary in reading or writing. She makes me laugh so hard. Sometimes so much that it takes forever to get through one page. Yesterday of friend of mine became my muse. I

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Same Dang Day Ok how much do I hate this template! I'm a writer not a digital artist, but is it really so much to ask that we have some slightly more creative looking choices? Some color, and by that I mean BLUE. LOL

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A New Day Here's to the Blog, a free place to jabber on about nothing in particular. This is exactlly what I will be doing. Primarily I needed a place to pour out my thoughts on writing, thus the discription. Although it is self-depricating. I guess it really depends on what you feel it means to be a writer. All that I know, is that I love to write. Why do I love writing? I don’t really know

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