Written in 1986 (16 years old)…..recently located material Journals are something I hated to keep in school. It seemed that no matter what grade I was in, or what caliber of teacher I had, a journal was required. Why? This is the only thing I really want to know now. Why would a grown adult… Read More Not your mother’s journal
SO……There’s something new going around the blogosphere, which I’m sure many of you are already aware of. It’s a new game of sorts called “Tag, you’re it.” It seems innocent enough, but for kicks, I looked in the Urban Dictionary for definitions of TAG. Big mistake! Krxcial says it means: Mentally retarded human being who… Read More TAG: The new four letter word or the only word you’ll ever need?
As usual……in true Lorre fashion. Dedicated to: Red and Elyse (true Barbie lovers) Don’t get caught with your pants down, especially with someone else’s Barbie or Ken.
She said “Clean your room” Two weeks, I didn’t believe Mom sure kept her word She hopes I clean it I hope to get my bed back Hope won’t get it done Time to get cracking The couch, not comfortable Hope springs eternal To anyone who thinks her room looks good or I was harsh: This was… Read More Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope with Haiku Sunday (shaken, not stirred)
DISCLAIMER: This post is not intended to make anyone feel worse or better about themselves. This post is not designed for sympathy or kind words. This post is just another mind explosion, courtesy of me. In other words, it’s all about me. Yep. We’re back to the weight thing. SO…..If you read my post last… Read More It’s be weighing on my mind.
Pretty gross, I know, but what else can it be? This is my 3rd post for today. The words are flowing out of me and it’s kind of ugly and messy. I tried to wrap my keyboard with a pad, but it didn’t work. Actually, it’s not that complicated or interesting, but it’s this: The… Read More My blog is on it’s menstrual cycle.
So….This is totally my style, but perhaps not what WordPress was looking for when they created this challenge. Sorry, but I can’t help myself.
This is it people. This is what I look like first thing in the morning, with no makeup and no coffee. My father was a circus clown and my mother was a sick perv from the movie Eyes Wide Shut (which sucked big ones). There was a chemical spill (in their bedroom) on the night they… Read More Weekly Photo Challenge: Self-Portrait