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Wrung Out

Played the dishtowel yesterday.

After strangling ever milligram of my meds out of me, life tossed my soiled and limp remains into the corner and left me to rot on a pile of forgotten dirty socks. 19 more words


Fall Sock and Shoe Options

All Items come with a hand-written card + lip print and vacuum sealed. You will also receive 4-5 digital photos of me in the item that are at least 1000×1000 pixels. 344 more words

Dirty Shoes

Farm Working Pair of Socks

The second one is lagging behind and hiding slightly in the grass off the path. These two work hard in the fields of Immokalee.

Lost Sock

Closet doors, seriously?!

The past few days have been very stressful. We just filed our taxes and MMC was pretty insistent on me putting money into my IRA (good strategy, since I don’t have a paying job and should have some type of money put away for later). 821 more words

The quitting game, day 12

It’s nice that my sense of smell is back as it kept mr. Parker from burning the brownies he made this morning.

Regaining your sense of smell is amazing, you realise how some food smells a lot better, your clothes smell nice and fresh instead of hashy, how flowers actually have a smell, even the most delicate, but there’s a dark side. 48 more words

Quitting Smoking

Cruel and Unusual Punishment

Cruel and Unusual Punishment

My brother and I were notorious for never putting our dirty underwear and socks in the laundry basket.

After what must have seemed to her like years of scolds and threats, my mother got so tired of this habit that she began to stuff the dirty clothes under our pillows thinking that we would find this offensive if not offensively odiferous. 210 more words