Breaking the Bottle #7
Mar18

Breaking the Bottle #7

One Saturday night in the neon glow and blur of a drunken karaoke performance, there was “Jorge.” He was happily shoving a hundred dollar bill in my cleavage as I bent down and screeched the lyrics of a song in his face. My dancing and singing on the bar wasn’t unusual; it was sadly typical. The patrons at the bar would simply move their drinks, and watch the spectacle. I wasn’t alone in the bar dancing. There were a few others...

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Questions, Anyone?
Mar06

Questions, Anyone?

Okay, so, how the hell do we ever really know what our other halves are thinking? I am jealous, insecure, and (my favorite) the ice queen. Once you cut ties with me, I’m done. Yeah, that can be heartless, but at the same time, I think it could be the best thing for me. I use it to protect myself. If someone hurts you so bad; IE: my ex-leaving me, then why go back to them to give them the chance to do it again. My ex-tries often...

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A Goodbye “Rose”
Mar04

A Goodbye “Rose”

I am not sure about any of you, but if my phone rings after a certain time a lump begins to form in my throat. I always think of the worse. I feel that it is going to be the call that changes the very foundation of our life. I know when my mother was going through the worse times with health, I just always had to expect that phone call would happen. But what if, that phone call is the one that catches you completely off guard. What if...

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Word Vomit
Feb24

Word Vomit

Follow Me Follow me; come hither together embarking on this venture Head west, perhaps east, anywhere you wish to explore   Follow me into the darkness, let me be your light, Let me be your comfort, in lust or love’s desire   Follow me or lead me, wherever we may roam Friends or lovers matters not adventures,together let us plot   Follow me to my chambers, or lead me to your lair, let us entice one another Embrace...

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Battle of Wills
Feb20

Battle of Wills

If I had to compare my life to a television show, it would have to be Honey Boo Boo meets Jerry Springer. I’m not exaggerating; you couldn’t possibly make this stuff up. I am Misty. I’m 32 years old and a pleasantly plump single mother of 4 amazing children whom I often refer to as The Minions. Although I am not too happy about the plump or the single part. When I say single I mean never been married and always alone...

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