Hickory, dickory dock! Mommy can’t find your sock! If you picked up your stuff This wouldn’t be so tough! Hickory, dickory dock!
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I was going thru some notebooks and other stuff that laid strewn about and found something I wrote right after getting laid off: Stay positive … One hour (@ least) for reading … Go outside … Exercise … Socialize … Call friends … invite them over … be Continue reading The Plan I have two older, wonderful sisters who at this very moment are putting their beloved cat, Biko, down. Biko was a lovely cat who acted more like my sister, Caroline’s, child than an actual cat. He was about 17yrs old (?) I believe. Rescued by my sisters as a kitten, Biko Masekela — named Continue reading From Biko, With Love … A little back-story first: A few months ago, I received an email from a “John Smith” … “John Smith” turned out to be an ex-girlfriend of my current boyfriend … it shocked the shit outta me since I’ve never been able to really figure out how she found me … she doesn’t live in Continue reading Open Letter to the Ex-Girlfriend ** Sung to the melody of Britney Spears, “Hit Me, Baby, One More Time” ** Oh Doctor, Doctor How was I supposed to know That something wasn’t right here Oh Doctor, Doctor I shouldn’t have let it go And now It won’t stop hurting Tell me how can I get re-lief Tell me Doctor Continue reading Agony … The Musical When my baby was about 5 or 6 months old, I wrote the following for him … “Goo” wasn’t so much a nickname as just something he was saying at the time … I’d repeat it back to him and we’d go on like this — back and forth — for what seemed like Continue reading A Boy Named Goo … |
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