Category Archives: *poke*

Love Doesn’t Excuse Abuse

My grandfather died a few weeks ago, and ever since, I’ve been mulling over something the preacher said in the service. He kept saying how much my grandfather loved his family. How he loved his wife, my grandmother. How his … Continue reading

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Things That Have Annoyed Me Today

– the fact that it persistently refused to be Sunday when it was time to get up – the inability for parents at my school to drop off their children in the right place, where I do not have to … Continue reading

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(Not Quite) A Feminism Friday

Yesterday, the kid thrust a $2 off coupon for Kids Nite Out at the Rec center at me when we were on the way home. “Can I go?” As in, that night. In an hour. And we haven’t eaten dinner.. … Continue reading

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Storyteller

My grandfather is 98 years old. My father is 70 years old. My grandfather is stubborn and short tempered and mean, as he’s always been. Slower, skinnier, no longer living at home, declining, but still kicking. My father is losing … Continue reading

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What I Will Do Tomorrow

I have big plans for tomorrow, to be carried out after dropping Voldemort at school. They include! -rummaging through the lost and found at the Dark Lordling’s school, as a jacket was lost. I don’t particularly care about the jacket … Continue reading

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