Tag: writer
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1st day of normalcy: Done.

Still a lot of work, but I returned to my apartment, had a routine schedule to follow, and will sleep in my own bed tonight. My brain and body are still on alert, dead tired, in desperate need of some rest (which will arrive come Friday. Only 48 hours more). Easing my way back into…
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The audacity of some people

Tired of being the best person, of trying to avoid conflict. Being completely honest, screw them. I am human, and I also have the right to have a bad day, to behave erratically, especially if I am being disrespected or receiving rudeness in return. I cannot, I’m sorry; one can endure up to a certain…
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Do a fire

45F-50F degree night? Go to the backyard, open the fire pit and light a bonfire. Add a bottle of wine (or a couple) and good company, and you have yourself a good time. Get some hardwoods like oak, ash, birch and hickory to guarantee a higher heat. Of course, have some fillers like twigs, cardboard…
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Crazy Ohio weather (fall edition)

Today I woke up at 7am, and the temperature was a chilly 41F. Around midday, I went out for lunch and the temperature was a sunny, but cool 60F. Later in the afternoon, it reached a hot 77F. Now, close to midnight, it’s 53F. What the actual fuck. Had three whole wardrobe changes trying to…
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Fortune favors the bold, and apparently, people minding their own business

I’ve had a string of good luck now for more than a couple of weeks, and the fear is setting in. Nothing new, more of the same, just the usual thoughts: Why me? Other people need it more than me, do I really deserve it? Is this the direct result of my actions? When will…
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Officially “Spooktober”

It’s here! Spooky-season, and it only lasts 30 days, so we have to make them count. Skeleton, ghosts and spook memes are the daily special. Everything leads to Halloween. Although I don’t care for it at all. I just enjoy it for the memes, the parties get wild, and watching scary movies. That’s about it.…
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Sunday-FunDay

I’m beginning to think that Sundays are my absolute favorite days. Accepting it is kinda new, but the feeling has been there consistently for almost a whole year now. It starts on late Saturday night (however that looks like, usually lots of fun and going to sleep completely tired). Then the fun begins. Waking up…
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Sa-meh-day
Not gonna bullshit today. Had a long night, and really not in the mood to communicate what I’m thinking/feeling. The weekend is done. It just flew by, and now only Sunday is left. Bummer… Whatever. Better days will come soon. P.S. Fried Latin food and Alcohol are a winning combination. You can never go wrong…

