arfie
Status: knowledge is all past tense. i can't **know** a thing until it has already happened. stay in the present tense. stay ignorant.
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Same Old Shit, Different DayAgain I am feeling the isolation of this job site. This go-round is approaching its 4th month. The next step in getting Tiggy road safe requires time in a body shop....
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Too early for certainty, but this morning finds me suspecting that more repressed memories are emerging. Perhaps memories which have already emerged are integrating? Leaving that mystery be for now....
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The psychopations of cleaning yet another toxic family build up seems to be calming. Please keep it literal and physical on the "toxic." I amnae out to judge or minimize the family or individual...
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Boy Toy was declared a total loss. The shame of it is that, at 145,000 miles, he was looking like a 300,000+ mile performer. The father and who brought him home never loved him, but he was a devoted...
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Think I'll start this round of psychopations with some positive affirmation. The proposed mechanic's bay feels more valid than ever. The only real improvement I've made in this old, ramshackle, 2...
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There is a crisp, cool breeze blowing gently through the windows of the dilapidated old farm house this morning. It is energizing enough to make me want to get up and do something. Cleaning out the...
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The stickiest psyhopations I have to work through these days involve my Adult Children. Sorting through my part in their dysfunctions makes me feel like a gossip of the worst order. Still. . ....
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I haven't bothered to keep count of all the divorce supporters who wrote me off as ___insert preferred yaddahs here____ for not divorcing my husband some of the abuses he has heaped on me over the...
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Poor Boy Toy. He doesn't deserve the long, lonely nights he has been spending in the wrecked car storage facility while we work out the insurance yaddahs of whether or not a high mileage work truck...
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This entry needs a soundtrack. Change "L.A." to "Austin."https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPUMthAXJ-oSudden, high-speed stops on the infamous Interstate Highway 35 are nothing new or rare. There are...
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I've begun crying every time I think of the River Region. I spent this past weekend at the Urban Homestead and finally had an opportunity to attempt downloading and printing the family photos which...
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Not a single one of my therapy supporters has admired my inability to process the still vague concept of, "Home." They seem pretty unanamous in their sense that the failure to process is more...
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Am I nearly housebroken, at last? Seems hard to believe. I and many of my supporters didnae even believe that possible. For most of my feral life, I have tolerated tropical heat far more easily than...
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This quiet and peaceful morning finds me pondering anew on the alphabet soup my damaged memory has made of the 30 year pro and diagnostic label parade which made up my active psychotherapy. When I...
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"Let the dream motivate. Let reality dictate." ~MeThat was an interesting weekend. . . I'm not sure our 21st century divorce culture has words to describe it. It was facilitated by my five-year old...
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