Category: Writing

While I know comparisons can mentally affect me, I decided to look up the authors who have written the most published works.  The top prize goes to a Spanish writer and I’m not sure what happened to the last three to make it 15 (my original plan).  Obviously, a miscommunication with myself when I compiled…

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It took me a damn month to find toilet paper.  Too bad I could only buy one package, but I understand.  I was going to go for the cheaper pack but it had less rolls.  Since I live with another person, it goes quicker than normal.  Luckily, both our parents took pity on us and…

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Growing up in a small town with literally no noise when you pull your covers up to your face and roll on your side to get a good night’s sleep, I haven’t experienced this is in a long time.  Having lived in many different parts of Los Angeles, the best place I lived was near…

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Hello everyone, I’m going to begin this a little different.  Sort of like an email you’d write to someone.  Maybe at work or maybe to your friend.  Who knows?  Do you have that many friends you can or want to write to?  I only have a handful I consider really close and the rest are…

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This all started because as much as I know I need to see the dentist twice a year and at one point four times a year, I hate going to the dentist including today.  Why because my teeth suck!  I was given an electric toothbrush a long time ago as a gift, but the dummy…

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I haven’t forgotten about my blog.  I spent Saturday watching how Nevada caucus would turn out.  Bernie Sanders won with the most delegates, Joe Biden came in second although if he can catch up to Bernie remains to be seen.  He has a tall mountain to climb, meaning South Carolina, and if he can come…

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You are a camp counselor.  Make up a story that will scare the bejesus out of of your eight-to ten-year-old campers. When I was around your age, I too went camping with my friends.  We had convinced our parents we were old enough to handle it.  Boy, were we wrong.  By the end of the…

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I feel like a have a seesaw in my head with a string attached to it.  It goes back and forth from one topic to another.  I call it diarrhea of the brain.  Not a great image but a phrase I came up with all by myself.  I have other phrases I use in life,…

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