Yes! I finally got my computer back!
*does a happy dance
Okay, so a couple months ago my videocard burnt out. If I had money, it could have been fixed in two days. I didn't have money, so I had to go out and get some... finally got the money and everything all ready, sent it in, and have it back again! I can finally start writing again and of course, I'll be dropping by chat much more often now. I'm officially a part of the community again.
~Deme
So, a little bit stressed right now. Deep breaths and all that. Every year at the beginning of the summer, I get like this because I get seriously busy. Things even out somewhere in the middle, and I get a chance to breathe again. And then every year, just before Labor Day, everything goes dead in the water because all anyone can think about is getting their kids back into school. But, as soon as they
I just found chapter 5 of OS on my computer, and realized that I never sent it back to Jim so he could check it (for the second time.) This means I haven
What is TOSOM??
TOSOM= The Other Side of Me (Hey, look at that. I gave a story a tittle that I actually like. No mistaking that one for lumberjacks and bird poo.)
The shorter version of TOSOM= OS. Much easier.
If I
I Have to say that a person can never fully comprehend the sheer amount of surface area there is to the human body... until they attempt to shave it. I just spent three hours in the tub and went through three razors... and I'm still not finished. Got m upper arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, what I could reach on my butt, and my my legs north of my knees. On the agenda tomorrow: what I can reach of my back and my lower legs. Day three comes the touch ups and hopefully day four onward will just b
So a couple days ago I was talking to my dad and the conversation led to him asking me if I'd ever been molested or raped. I froze for a second and looked down, my head in my hand. There's no saying "no" after that happens. So after a second I looked up at him, then away, closed my eyes and nodded.
I have to give my dad a lot of credit for how he handled the rest of that conversation. I suppose I should have known he would not freak out. There were questions, of course, as there had to be. W
So... progress. I wrote eighteen whole pages today. They just happened to be split up over three different stories. I think a few days off has done a lot for getting those creative juices (why are they called that?) Flowing, but apparently, they
I spent a lot of my life hiding from myself, in more ways than one. Psychologists say that the mind and body each develop certain defense mechanisms to make it through the stresses in our lives. As with all things with me, this is rather complicated.
It seems as though the defense mechanisms I developed were in place for so long that I fear now they have grown to become and are more a part of me than what they were defending. I don't understand the how and why of it, my only explanation is t