Dear People With My Phone Number, Part II

I have gotten a new phone. It has doodads and whistles. Too. Many. If you call me, I might accidentally hang up on you while trying not to access the internet because my phone really wants me to do that.
I kept the same number (though it won’t be active for a day or so).
Of course, [...]

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My bear is the best bear

He is better than your bear.
He buys me things.
Things that make me dance.
Like a twelve year old girl in her underwear.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Apology for the blogging

Everything I talk about turns into a rant or story about how abusive and shitty my ex-husband was. Especially lately, I can’t take two steps without remembering the way he walked, and getting angry about it.
The other day, I was wondering how long it takes to recover from a hard blow. I wanted to say [...]

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Dear people with my phone number

I may be wrong, but I think my phone is sitting out in the flooding rain somewhere, piteously beeping and blooping and never to be found. So, don’t call me, you will only make its final moments more painful. Also, I won’t answer.
I feel bad for that phone. I got it when I was leaving [...]

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Whoa

Sometimes, working with a group of people significantly older than I am, I think I know all the freaky little internet communities.
Then I accidentally stumble across something like this.
Domestic Discipline.
A nice middle-aged way to say “Gorean,” I guess.
This is normally a punch drink cry kind of moment, but after reading some of those entries, I [...]

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