"Simplicity of the Surroundings"
Some things have changed, yet still remain the same. My father wipes his brow as he momentarily pauses from ham, ham, hammering at the desparate looking dock. My mother, who is bent over at the waist tenderly pruning her rock garden, blurts out, "The work is never done." My father nods in agreement as he takes a swig of his Coke.
The ripples of the water beneath jiggle my raft forcing my pen into a frenzy on the white-lined paper. The darning needles dance a ballet around me, then briefly stop to rest on my knee.
Mr loon pops his head up from his 10 minute escapade below the surface. I scramble my hands into position but before the pathetic excuse for a mimick echos the confines of the lake, he disappears once again into the sanctity of the abyss.
The house lists noticably now from the years of unsteady ground. It adds a quirky charm as well as a bit of frustration when attempting to lock the front door.
The once upright, now peeling white birches hover at arm's length over the shoreline. One provides a home to the wolf spider and her dazzling silky web.
I am startled by the black lab next door as he whimpers a sad song while the jet engine of the wooden Chriscraft fires up and pulls away from the dock.
Children are laughing far off in the distance but I feel as if they are right in front of me. Over at Newcomb's place the tractor ambles it's way over the field once layden with cows.
A new generation ushers in to gather their own memories in a time capsule. Time passes ever so slowly when one is here. The days are longer and the smiles are that much friendlier. The world around you hurries on as you embrace the sweet pleasures our grand mother places before us.
I am soon to be here with my children. Soon to be enjoying a first swim, first boat ride, first fishing lesson, and first smile from the simplicity of the surroundings.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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As many of you know. I am a nanny for two of the coolest most rockin' ladies in the world who sing along to the postal service and coldplay with me. I am blessed to spend my days with a very talented 12 year old writer named kayleigh. Her love for writing is demostrated day after day as she sits transfixiated by her computer screen. This is her canvas. her medium...words. Her future...bright.
I am devoting this week to Kayleigh. Each day will feature an original piece. I am very proud of her, and delighted that her and I share such a love of words.
Kindling the Light
When you feel as though you’re walking on air,
And all the things in your world are just right,
And you know this happiness you feel is rare,
Then you’re kindling the light.
When you are with your fellow peers,
As you help them with their life-long fight,
And you sense that perfection is very near,
Then you’re kindling the light.
If you happen to see a passerby,
And you kneel down to their height,
And as you talk, their tears you dry,
Then you’re kindling the light.
Happiness, peers, and passerby,
Are all along your road of life,
And if you take the time to feel, help, listen, and stand by,
Then you’re kindling the light.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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As many of you know. I am a nanny for two of the coolest most rockin' ladies in the world who sing along to the postal service and coldplay with me. I am blessed to spend my days with a very talented 12 year old writer named kayleigh. Her love for writing is demostrated day after day as she sits transfixiated by her computer screen. This is her canvas. her medium...words. Her future...bright.
I am devoting this week to Kayleigh. Each day will feature an original piece. I am very proud of her, and delighted that her and I share such a love of words.
A Cold Day in July
As I look around,
I see the glances,
Of everybody watching,
Me ly take my chances.
I stop looking,
And stop staring,
While inside,
I am glaring.
Glaring at you,
Glaring at me,
For whatever happened,
Because I can’t see.
Can’t see all around me,
Don’t want to even look,
Because as soon as I do,
I’ll see what she took.
She took away my life,
She took away my joy,
And even though I loved her,
I am much annoyed.
Because to my dismay,
She left without a care,
For one reason only,
She never heard my prayer.
I loved her so much,
Even though no one knows,
She could cure anything,
Now down the drain everything goes.
Just like her,
She dumped my life down the drain,
And hers went, too,
While she ignored the pain.
When she jumped out,
She left everything behind,
Including me,
But she didn’t see ‘cause she was blind.
Just throwing everything away,
She didn’t bother to see,
She probably didn’t want to,
She probably hated me.
Nothing matters anymore,
As I look down,
Everyone watching me,
I begin to frown.
She was my joy, my life,
And now she leaves,
Of all times to go,
When I have no protecting sleeves.
She left just like that,
I could never imagine another,
One that did as much as she,
Because she was my mother.
And as I look down at her cold face,
I need to see the joy,
So I weep and weep and weep,
Because I know she meant to destroy.
I leave the grave,
And the umbrella’s protection,
Walking in the rain,
In no particular direction.
I walk and walk away from this place,
As far as I can get,
Till I am at the edge of everything,
I realize she can’t quite leave yet.
So I walk just a little further,
Jumping just like her,
Out of my life, of everyone else’s,
Everything becomes a blur.
I want to go back,
But I know it’s too late,
Because as I look down,
They have found me in my dead state.
I sit and watch,
As they weep and moan,
I cry once again,
Lost in a dreadful zone.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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As many of you know. I am a nanny for two of the coolest most rockin' ladies in the world who sing along to the postal service and coldplay with me. I am blessed to spend my days with a very talented 12 year old writer named kayleigh. Her love for writing is demostrated day after day as she sits transfixiated by her computer screen. This is her canvas. her medium...words. Her future...bright.
I am devoting this week to Kayleigh. Each day will feature an original piece. I am very proud of her, and delighted that her and I share such a love of words.
One Night of Summer Vacation Gone By
As I glide over the ground, I feel the newly cut, wet grass. It is oddly comforting. I move on with my search for my mother. Have I completely missed her?
I scramble up the porch steps, the same ones my puppy has recently learned to go down. I am on the cool deck. I hurry inside, praying that an unpleasant nightmare of mine isn’t right behind me. I slide the door open, gently slip in, and close it behind me. The puppy, with her careful hearing, notices me come in. Her head whips ‘round, acknowledging me. She then settles back onto the tile floor. Oddly enough, my father has noticed me, too. We exchange our greetings and I am on my way.
Looking around, I see another window pop up on my computer screen. Two more clicks and I am again on my way up the stairs to find my chief editor. I rush up with my story and a pen in hand.
I am sure to grab this diary before I sneak into my mother’s dimly lit room. With my hands full, I approach the slightly open door quietly. Peeking around the corner and into the master bedroom’s bathroom, I see good old Mama taking care of the make up routine. I hop in, pestering her to edit my story. She puts down the make up without a second thought and takes the pen and paper out of my hands. She makes her way to the ledge sticking out of the bathtub. As we both sit down and begin concentrating, I notice we are both writing in purple. Is this a sign; does it mean something?
I begin to recount the recent events of my evening, thinking all along what my mother’s opinion of my story will be. Will she like it, or has she just been glancing over it, checking for mistakes? I dare to look over, and there she is, reading away. She is at my favorite part in the story, I realize.
As my hand begins to cramp, my mother comments on the current background music. I smile, and she leans over and plants a kiss on my head. A warm sensation is sent throughout my body. I decide to stop writing and to start watching my mother edit. As it happens, my sister and father have come upstairs as well. I guess it is time to go to bed. I wrap up my hurried entry and close the diary. One night of summer vacation gone by.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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As many of you know. I am a nanny for two of the coolest most rockin' ladies in the world who sing along to the postal service and coldplay with me. I am blessed to spend my days with a very talented young writer named kayleigh. Her love for writing is demostrated day after day as she sits transfixiated by her computer screen. This is her canvas. her medium...words. Her future...bright.
I am devoting this week to Kayleigh. Each day will feature an original piece. I am very proud of her, and delighted that her and I share such a love of words.
Kindling the Light
When you feel as though you’re walking on air,
And all the things in your world are just right,
And you know this happiness you feel is rare,
Then you’re kindling the light.
When you are with your fellow peers,
As you help them with their life-long fight,
And you sense that perfection is very near,
Then you’re kindling the light.
If you happen to see a passerby,
And you kneel down to their height,
And as you talk, their tears you dry,
Then you’re kindling the light.
Happiness, peers, and passerby,
Are all along your road of life,
And if you take the time to feel, help, listen, and stand by,
Then you’re kindling the light.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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As many of you know. I am a nanny for two of the coolest most rockin' ladies in the world who sing along to the postal service and coldplay with me. I am blessed to spend my days with a very talented young writer named kayleigh. Her love for writing is demostrated day after day as she sits transfixiated by her computer screen. This is her canvas. her medium...words. Her future...bright.
I am devoting this week to Kayleigh. Each day will feature an original piece. I am very proud of her, and delighted that her and I share such a love of words.
Summer Spirit
As my sister and I lay across the mass of elegant waving green,
We feel the summer spirit start up a magical spell.
The soft fingertips of wind gently dance across our faces,
And the sun hovers, casting a giant shadow of warmth over the area.
I look around, seeing the vivid flowers sway in the breeze,
And the leaves of trees tugging at their branches.
And all the while, my soul is happily dancing,
Comforted to know that the summer spirit has arrived.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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i am still alive and having a great day. playing spit, losing, making snickerdoodles, and having a nail painting party with four lovely ladies. no stories today b/c, well i simply don't feel like it. tonight i will let my inhabitions go...EVERYONE GO TO JEAN-CLAUDE'S HOUSE!!! happy weekend everyone!
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"Ode to Joy"
Freude, schöner Götterfunken
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuer-trunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum !
The fuzzy startle of “Ode to Joy” indicates that it’s time to wake up. "Just another 15 minutes please?" I ask myself as my hand reaches for the snooze button. Within no time click goes Verdi. I let it simmer on “Stabat Mater” for a couple of precious moments. As I glace over to my illuminated VCR clock, it reads 5:55. No, please no. I plead as I force myself to an upright position. How unfair I think as I mosey on into the latrine for the morning’s alleviation.
It’s Thursday morning and I have already worked 3 12 hour days in a row and have two more left. Getting myself in order, I notice that I have left my one and only coffee mug at work and I will not be able to chug myself to alertness on my way. So I opt for the orange juice and be on my way. The cars are few and far between this morning. School is out for the summer and it seems that people just stayed home and slept in. I
At Exactly 6:31am I roll into the driveway. My juice in hand my eyes just desperate to stay ajar. I tell myself it’s not so bad but I am never persueded by my own pep talks. Ken tells me the run down for the day and all I can think about is curling up on the couch to continue my zzz’s. As the forest green BMW convertible speeds out of sight, silence grips me and yanks me to the brown plush sofa with the velour pillows. Instead of literally unhooking and moving the gate out of the way, I decide to just simply step over it. Bad idea because my body was not fully awake enough to keep up with my brain so my leg neglects to lift as far as I needed to make it over the gate. Oh sh*t! I say as my face nears the shiny hard wood floor. Next thing I know I am laying on the floor still feeling the rumble of the house settling from the tremor. Of course this happens to me, what else is new? Picking myself off the floor I drag my limp pathetic body to the couch and drop. My New Balance’s plop to the floor below and my head sinks into the safety of the velour pillow.
A couple of hours pass and I am awakened by the sounds of the dog’s collar clang, clang, clanging against the metal water bowl. I knew I had to get up b/c the dog would pee all over the place if I not intervene. Outside we go and sure enough she doesn’t have to go. Twenty minutes were spent trying to convince a 9-week old four-legged friend that it had to urinate but successful I was not. Back inside we troop and low and behold no sooner does the screen door slide shut the dog squats and relieves herself next to the gas range. It’s shaping up to be a great day.
School is out and the girls are sleeping in. I am excited at the prospects of having to spend twelve hours with a 12 year old hormonal know-it-all. And a cluck cluck clucking 9 year old (she has been clucking like a chicken 24/7 recently). I love these girls more than anything. But any parent will tell you that they can only take so much before they contemplate shipping their children off to Zimbabwe for the remainder of the summer. The forecast calls for rain for the next three days. I just hope that I can fight the urge to commit myself after the week comes to a close. Just one of those weeks.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Children of the Eighties
.We are the ones who played with Lego Building Blocks when they were just building blocks and gave Malibu Barbie crewcuts with safety scissors that never really cut.
.We collected Garbage Pail Kids, Cabbage Patch Kids, My Little Ponies and Hot Wheels. He-Man and She-Ra action figures were the ultimate heros
.Big Wheels and bicycles with streamers were the way to go, and sidewalk chalk was all you needed to build a city.
.Imagination was the key. It made the Ewok Treehouse big enough for you to be Luke and the kitchen table and an old sheet dark enough to be a tent in the forest.
.Your world was the backyard and it was all you needed.
.With your pastel pink portable tape player, Debbie Gibson and Tiffany sang back up to you and everyone wanted a skirt like the Material Girl and a glove like Michael Jackson's.
.Today, we are the ones who sing along with Bruce Springsteen and The Bangles perfectly and have no idea why.
.We recite lines with the Ghostbusters and still look to The Goonies for a great adventure.
.We flip through T.V. stations and stop at The A Team and Knight Rider and Fame and laugh with The Cosby Show and Family Ties and Punky Brewster and "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?"
.We hold strong affections for the Muppets, The Gummy Bears and the Shirt Tails, why did they take the Smurfs off the air?
.After school specials were only about cigarettes and step-families, and Romper Room was nothing like Barney. Hey, aren't the Power Rangers just Voltron reincarnated?
.We are the ones who still read Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, the Bobbsey Twins, BeverlyClearly and Judy Blume, Richard Scary and the Electric Company.
.Jelly friendship bracelets were ties you couldn't break and friendship pins went on shoes. Don't for get about those best friend hearts you shared with your buddy.
.Hightop Velcro Reeboks and mismatch Coverse high tops were all the rage. You never left the house without pegged or rolled jeans or the jeans which folded over at the top. Other totally radical fashion statements were Units belts, layered neon socks, jean jackets and jams, charm necklaces, side pony tails, spiked hair and rats' tails.
.Rave and Jem were a girl's best friend; braces with colored rubberbands made you cool.
.The back door was always open and Mom served only red Kool-Aid to the neighborhood kids. And New York Deli was your purple passion.
.Entertainment was cheap and lasted for hours.
.All you needed to be a princess were high heels and an apron; the Sit'n'Spin always made you dizzy but never made you stop; Pogoballs were dangerous weapons and Chinese Jump Ropes never failed to trip someone.
.In your underoos you were Wonder Woman or Spider Man or R2D2 and in your treehouse you were king.
It was a good time wouldn't you say?
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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You'd be lying if you said that you wouldn't be curious to know when you are going to die. Or how gay you were. Even what your future sex life will be. I have taken the true tests and this is what i have discovered:
May 11, 2065
at the age of 86 years old.
On that date you will most likely die from:
. Cancer (29%)
. Drowning (11%)
. Homicide (9%)
. Alcoholism (9%)
. Alien Abduction (9%)
. Suicide (6%)
How gay am I?
Before I reveal these answers I must display this particular question that had me rolling.
Have you ever shaved your *face*?
A. I'm Canadian
B. no
(OK sorry back to the answers)
You are 33% GAY!
That's gayer than average for someone of your gender and supposed orientation. The typical straight female is only 32% gay!
Here's how you compare:
. people less gay than you (61%)
. people just as gay as you (3%)
. people gayer than you (34%)
The Sex Test:
Congrats! In your life, you'll have sex with
2 people!
Including the 1 you've already had sex with,
that makes 1 new lover! You are 33% sexy. (this makes one feel oh so good...33% geez louise!)
. 0 of them will be female
. 1 of them will be male
. And you will actually love 1 of them!
. You have a 36% chance of dying during sex.
So I guess I am a slightly gay girl who will probably not see a lot more action until marriage and will die from cancer.
SWEET SIGN ME UP, CAN'T WAIT!
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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"Bubble Gum and Creamcicles"
The far off drone of a metallic yet slightly out of tune "I'm a Little Teapot" rings through the oppressive mid summer haze. My brother and I play tug-o-war with the dollar bill mummy had given us. Jumping and waving as if we were anticipating the arrival of Michael Jackson, our excitment brewed like a witch's cauldren, as the truck came into sight.
Elbows were thrown and thoughtless words were exchanged as the white frozen palace on wheels screetches to a halt in front of the Gould's house. We became moths to a flame as the pictures on the side of the truck roped us into a hypnosis. I never wavered with my my choice, "Toasted Almond Bar and one Bazooka please", I readily blurt out to the young man behind the overhanging counter. "Yes M'am", he retorts with a wink and a flash of his pearly whites. He disappears into the abyss of frozen delights and momentarily returns with my desire. "The piece of Bazooka's on me pretty lady", he says. The dollar is offered up as a sacrifice for my little piece of heaven. Two quarters are returned in its place. Without haste the quarters are snatched from my grip. Wesley takes over the group and excalims with gusto, "I want a Pac Man pop!", slamming the 50 cents on the counter above. The frenzied children grow restless as the man in the frozen white palace hurries to appease. Placed in the clutches of the budding 9 year old boy, the pop drips to no avail as my brother attempts to lap it all up.
With our prizes in hand, we walk back toward the house content with our purchases. My mother standing in the doorway with arms folded inquires, "How are they?" With cheshire cat smiles from ear to ear, the only thing we could muster up was "mmmmmmmm". Sometimes smiles speak louder than words.
(visual que in the picture gallery)
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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"Brainfart"
i guess my brain has been sucked dry this week. Between the monsoons sweeping new england, the dog pissing and sh*tting all over the place, and the lack of social contact, i gather it was inevitable. writer's block has taken hold. Trying to find new things to write about lately has been like attempting to sh*t a brick in a bottle cap.
I suppose doing what i do for a living, it kind of lessens the comedy shows mainly seen in offices around the globe. Working in an office always had it's comedic advantages. From the guy who delivers the mail with the lazy eye which looks just to the right of you when he speaks, to the butch lesbian who thinks that sweater vests are the greatest articles of clothing ever created.(i did not dream those up...they are acually real people i previously worked with.)
i tend to reach into the past for many of my ideas and that seems to always do the trick. Lately however, i have been running on empty. I realize blocks happen but i am in the mood to write and lately nothing's been coming out. maybe this weekend will prove to be one of great ideas for the week to come. if not you will probably have more fun watching a donkey piss razor blades than coming to my profile to read my stories.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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"All I had Hoped For"
You say I am your escape.
Why can't I be your reality?
Your words play upon my heart like a harp.
This is my reality,
Too far from the one I'd hoped for.
Sing me a new song one of love and you.
Wrap your world around me,
I wish to see it through your eyes.
Tell me things that will make me laugh.
Tell me things that will make me cry.
Tell me oh please tell me why this life seems so aginst me.
You say I am your escape,
Why can't I be your reality?
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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“Hair Today Gone Tomorrow”
Who was responsible for making my bath/shower time into work? Who’s brilliant idea was it to deem this socially unacceptable? Well, I will bet you 10 to 1 it was most likely a man. Yes, that’s right, I am talking about the act of shaving.
The word summertime just screams shaving for me. I will shave at 7am and by 10am I have a 5 o’clock forest creepin’ in. Eradicating my legs of their “essence” seems natural yet confusing at the same time. Why should I have to spend my time shaving when I could be sleeping in? As many of us are aware, you cannot rush the process at risk of tearing apart one’s extremities. The cuts and bleeding alone are such a hassle. I must admit I love the sensation of smooth skin against my sheets but as I previously stated, this only lasts about 3 hours or so. So by morning, the stubble is gripping the blankets, and the action must be taken again.
I am one of the lucky ones who’s hair is so dark that you can view it beneath my pallid skin. Ah the Scottish heritage. The growing back process…Now there is a trip to the carnival if I ever had one. Itchy, blotchy, dry, razorburned, bleeding legs. What more could a girl ask for? Why do we have to suffer here people? I realize that no one is putting a gun to my head and demanding that I follow societies rules. Yet it is frowned upon if we women turn a blind eye and let it all hang out. Can we find a happy medium?
And another thing, Why is it that we would be arrested for baring our breasts? I mean I have seen men with bigger ta ta’s than me, and they aren’t being thrown into the back seats of cop cars. Some of those dudes should be wearing a bra as far as I am concerned. I want to be as free as men. Who made these horrible rules anyway? Well in this case I am sure it was probably a woman.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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This day is for Molly Bish. She has at last been found. RIP Molly we are all thinking of you on this day. so young and so beautiful.
God help the people who take children's lives. Who has the right to do such horriffic things? Children have no defense against sick f*cks the likes of you and may god have mercy on your soul. it's just a matter of time before your life is taken from you.
john i am thinking of you too. your friends will help you through this terrible time.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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After waiting entirely too long due to the condition of this horrendous computer at work I am finally posting the Mad Lib. Thank you to all who participated. It was so hard to pick one person b/c so many people had such great words. So going against what Adam said is cheating I have decided to use a little of everyone's.
“Pages From a Martian Gift Catalog”
Here is a really “ginormous” bargain in solid “molybdendum” “German Shepherds”. These handsome but “disillusioned” gift can be used to hold down your “toaster oven” while you’re having your morning cup of “mouthwash”. Guaranteed for “3X squared” eons and only fourteen gold “bananas” each.
Dress up your “giant squid” room with one of these folding “lesbians”. Comes with white enamel “scabs” and is delivered “slowly” by Arcturian Express. Completely assembled except for the “ ear lobe” rest which is easily installed with a “ jackhammer” and some “flem”.
A most welcome gift for the “eyebrow dander” Season that will bring hours of happiness to you and your “stiff” little “sea cucumber”.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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"MAD LIBS"
Help me out people when you leave me msgs leave me ideas of how to fill this in. i will chose the best answers and post the final product on monday.
1. adj
2. type of metal
3. plural noun
4. adj
5. type of appliance
6. type of liquid
7. number
8. plural noun
9. noun
10. plural noun
11. plural noun
12. adverb
13. part of the body (clean please he he)
14. type of tool
15. something sticky (clean people clean)
16. noun
17. adj
18. something alive (plural)
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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“Things that may surprise you,
and then again may not.”
· All the way up to my junior year in high school, I had a space between my two front teeth and I hated it. This was no ordinary gap b/c I had enough to fit three count them three quarters in between them. During a field hockey game junior year I was hit in the face with my own stick and one of the front ones came out. I have since closed my gap making for a very interesting conversation piece in a black light. ( fake teeth don’t glow in a black light).
· I have always wanted a 1969 Dodge Charger, Hemi orange just like the General Lee.
· I am an opera singer. I am partial to jazz mostly but I have studied classical music since age 6, and went to college for vocal performance for 2 ½ years until I got smart and changed my major.
· I started skiing at age 3 and still love the sport as tabu as that may sound.
· I was a virgin until a week before my 24th birthday. You do the math.
· I want to get married on the top of a mountain with my friends and family encircling my husband and I.
· I had never been on the internet until my sophomore year of college. And I never owned a computer until 3 years ago.
· My parents are still happily married after 30 years. In this day and age that’s a rarity for sure.
· My friends know how much they mean to me and I look out for them more than most. Hence why they call me, “mama meg”.
. I am half deaf in my left ear.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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“Makeshift”
There’s no appraisal for
Such precious lives too many times wasted,
By decisions not wise.
The screams I hear
Cutting me
Every night in my dreams
They bring me to my knees
Won’t someone stop this please?
You fell from grace
Could not be returned
This was the one time,
Never had you learned.
I drove past your makeshift,
Adorned remains the cross.
Days pass on yet still I hold,
Resentment of your loss.
Did you think you were never gonna break
From this moment and beyond,
Never will you wake.
You fell from grace
Could not be returned
This was the one time
Never had you learned.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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"I Don't Think So Buddy"
We all have them
We all hate them
We all don’t know who the hell they really are.
So why is it they insist that you be on their friend list?
It dawned on me the other day that I have twice as many people on my “People who’s list you are on” than I do on my own. Just who the heck is snowf*cker89? And why does he have me on HIS list???
I have never even spoken to him let alone seen him on here. Who in heaven’s name thinks of these horrible screen names anyhoo? I mean come on, snowf*cker89? Well it’s better than snowf*cker69 I guess. My other personal favorites are the ones who’s reference to sex and drugs aren’t all that obvious, toker420 and 69cocksucker69. Yes, oh please be my friend?
I don’t worry about them reading this b/c most of them have only signed in once or twice ever. And over the course of their time on this site they came across my profile and for one reason or another liked what they saw enough to put me on their growing list of pubescent girls, just so that they can look all pimp and sh*t. Of course these people asked me if this was kosher you are thinking right? Fat chance. I would never talk to a 14 year old with a name like that. I would like to keep my job thank you very much. So please people have some consideration and please ask next time.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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HOLY sh*t IT'S SUNNY!!!!!!!!!!
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