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| Do you know what your next piece of writing will be? Do you plan things ahead of time, or just write when you're inspired? I have oodles of pieces of writing. The idea might slaughter my free time to the point where I have to sit and write something to the roughness of the thought that crossed my mind. It happens all the time. I can't predict it though. It just comes. Unfortunately, the inspiration can go just as quickly. Which is sad, up until the exact point of being totally consumed by another AMAZING Idea. The question could read something like, "Do you know what your next completed piece of writing will be?" In which case, I have no idea. I try. I try time and time again to get down to business. But as soon as I try to put my mind to it, for real, I blank. I stare and wait for something to happen inside my brain regarding whatever idea I have situated in front of me in Notepad++, or on paper. And STILL NOTHING! Prompts definitely help me focus on one topic. A pressure of a friendly deadline set in place by someone other than myself. I hope that the prompts and the light pressure is good enough for an answer to this question...  Share one success and one failure from your week. I will start with the failure. I know I have them.  I just need to ween it down to one. Let's see now, there's the simple yet true fact that I didn't read all six books the last two weeks that I pledged to read on "CLOSED!The Monthly Reading Challenge" as per Re: Re: Halfway through February But... from CLOSED!The Monthly Reading Challenge and Goals from Weekly Goals   I read one, and denied to finish reading another. Yes, I don't finish books that I feel or think are horrible. It is a waste of my time, and would only result in a ridiculously cruel review. I don't think either of us deserve that! (By "us" I mean the author and myself.) As you can also see by the gargantuan list of things to do on my goals post, I don't really think I can properly choke this up as a failure. Probably, if I am to be somewhat reasonable to myself, it would be better to call it a poor display of self-discipline and planning on my part. So ... THAT would be my true failure. Not what I couldn't accomplish, but what I thought I could accomplish ... It was truly unbelievable. I would have seriously shocked myself if I managed all of those things I said I wanted to finish. Wont not, want not, right? Maybe I got that wrong. Oh well.... A success would be posting a blog post nearly everyday this month. I'll take this time to pat myself on the back. Go Me Go Me IT's not my birthday but I can pretend to be Thirty-one---Aw, hell, NO! I take that back, but I am fine with my small success and I'll take it as a mini-victory in my slowly going writing career... et hem, I mean "path". Anyway, is it too much to ask for more successes? And while I am at it less failures? *PROMPTS From Week 62: "Welcome To My Reality Forum" #5 & #7*  *******Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt ▼ Dreams are ... **Insert Unavailable; Upgraded Membership Required. ** I have had premonition (or premeditative thoughts brought to visuals) - like dreams before. One involving a man I had worked with for years and I finally got up the nerve to give him my number after he asked for it a load of time. We were to hang out sometime. But I texted him late one night, (after the work week I am guessing) and asked him to come over. He obliged and drove the short distance of 4 miles to my house. We had the house to ourselves. I think that was my first mistake, in hindsight. The dream I had a few nights prior, was of me and the man naked in my bed cuddling. Well long story short, it ended up happening. More details may follow at some point, but as of right now, this is hard to say. Before... Before it happened, he wanted what he came for, apparently. But the fuck didn't have a condom and me, the idiot, didn't either. I wasn't about to go bareback with this guy. I didn't love him. But he tried...he forced me, or nearly forced me to have sex with him. But I refused, many times. He wouldn't take no for an answer. So, I gave him head. Which, thankfully for me, was over very quickly. For some unthinkable reason, or maybe just complete shock and fear, I didn't call the cops, didn't kick him out; and let him cuddle me the rest of the night. But I apparently got my revenge the next day when I dutifully made him an everything (in my fridge) omlet. He texted me later on the day when he had left and gone to work: "What was in that omelet?" "A lot of ingredients, ... blue berries, pepper, strawberries, spinach... lots of things....Why?" "Because I am having a rash reaction." (He was not a native English speaker) |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] You tattooed yourself what a piece of art You've already broken your mother's heart Ace of Base is an 80s/90s staple in every sense of the word. Staple. Something that is a definitive impact on your life. Holds it together and keeps loose parts from flying away! However, it can cut you if you aren't careful enough. Ouch! While I have never stapled myself together, I can related to stepping on Lego's, bulldog clips, thumb tacks and cuddling with the wrong end of a safety pin. Imagination is a powerful thing. I have yet to staple my body together or into my body, but I can totally see myself doing it accidentally. I could also see myself inventing a tandem stapler/3 or 2-hold puncher. It's alright if you've lost me, or the other way around. I tend to do that. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ...Previous Track... you are not alone, i am here with you though we're far apart, you'll always have my heart Micheal Jackson - You Are Not Alone ................................ A Man Should Be Faithful And Walk When Not Able And Fight Till The End But I'm Only Human. Micheal Jackson - Will You Be There Remastered Version Have you ever seen the movie, "Free Willy"? It's about a whale. No, really. This is on that movie's soundtrack. I don't feel bad in admitting that the soul reason I love this song is not because it's Michael Jackson, but that doesn't hurt. It's because of that movie. [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] This is a few clips of the movie which actually featured the song during the credits. It's enough to send shivers up my spine to this day. I remember sitting in the theater and watching the credits. It wasn't really necessary back then, no movie had clips afterword and the credits themselves were typically boring. This one was not. The best part of the movie was when Willy jumped into the ocean. It's in this video. I suggest you watch it, especially if you have a sour spot for animals and kids.   Rose |
| WTMR - Wk 62 Prompt Set - #3 ▼ Meghan Trainor, singer/song writer... She's famous for her song It's All About That Bass. But what people don't actually know is that ... She's been writing music for extremely famous "artists" for years Now she's finally singing her own tunes instead of selling them out to other people. Bout time, girl. Bout time. I mean this woman's got talent. Bang Dem Sticks I  Drummers!In her song, All About That Bass, She talks about girls owning themselves regardless of how big or small they are. Her mother told her that she was beautiful with a bass.  I'm kind of envious that she had a smarter mother than I do, but whatever. A girl can dream, can't she? All I have to do is listen to some MT and let my body, mind and soul drain until empty. She's bringing that old fashioned songwriting back from the 1980's. It's awesome. I love songs that tell stories and aren't the same two words or phrases over and over again... Exhibit A: Turn Down For What? It tells no story, unless you watch the ridiculous video and view three and a half minutes of everything that's wrong with today's society... I do like the drums though. The bass and drums could have been better utilized with a better melody. Just speaking my mind, Yup, The lyrics suck. Solution A Official Instrumental I have to download this ... Now. (Yay, Torch Chrome Music Downloader) Somewhat Linked Linkage: Dear Future Husband  Adorable Wedding SurpriseDear Future Husband is a Meghan Trainor song... Though this woman has a set of vocal cords on her! Woo! And her groom-to-be has the reddest face I've ever seen on a Ginger. Possibly. I don't know many Gingers. I'll have to embarrass them sometime soon to be sure. Since I'm on this kick... Have this too Olga and Eddie's First Dance I don't know them. But I want too.... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| 30DBC Prompt ▼ The selection is usually the same anywhere you go. Fast food restaurant or Quickie Mart, whichever, it is usually the same grouping. One such place around here, a chained Fast Food Restaurant that's really very popular. Certainly not the best in it's class. However, It comes close--real close. It's almost overwhelming to the eyes, such bright and colorful iconic pictures; and to the touch, so many buttons to push. Each unlocks a rush of cold refreshing--yet, not so very healthy--beverage; each with it's unique scent that represents it's corresponding flavor. The whole ordeal has your head spinning but you already know what your choice will be. Two flavors mixed. Half with one and half with another. After you fill the laminated cardboard cup, that is so smooth yet so fragile to the touch, with ice chunks; you position the cup underneath the fountain spouts. Three lettered names, both of them hyphinated. Together make a confusing string of characters. You manage to think a bit straighter, stand a bit straighter and laugh a little harder as you sit down to take a nice long dragging cold sip from the flimsiest plastic straw on the planet. Hello again, See Seven Up High, hello. And welcome, again, to my stomach. The suddy bubbles of the soapless liquid almost burn your esophagus as it travels down, down, down into your eagerly awaiting guts. Answer ▼ ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| BCOF Prompt ▼ Break-ins (With Something Taken) More specifically, Car Break-ins. Since the tender, yet slightly tough age of eleven, I have heard of more than what I would consider ordinary share of stories. I suppose that normal would be one or two. I, however, heard of more than that in a single year. I don't know about urban areas. I would imagine they would have a higher occurrence. I didn't live in an urban area; I lived in an upper middle class suburb. I guess you either know what I'm talking about or not. It's busier than a small town or large town, even. It's not as chaotic as a city. It's a sub-urban. Sub-urb. Suburb. Follow? That means everything, including crime is under that of a city. That might be so, but it really wasn't one of the safest towns in America. Those unreported break-ins and all that jazz. I remember there were several on my street alone with a month or two of each other. No doubt the same culprit(s). Other than that, a few house break-ins here and there. But for the most part, otherwise quiet. Boring, and dull; just how I like it. And JUST Stealing At the program I had attended for eighteen months straight, I had personal items yoinked off me. Not my person, per se, but out of my possessions that I toted around with me. In hind-sight, I do not thing it wise to have brought money and prized possessions along with me on any day. I knew enough to not constantly do it, but I should have never done it. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| WTMR - Prompt Set 62 -#1 ▼ I've don't something like this for my mother for her birthday, February 14th.
And I suppose my boyfriend's birthday is coming up soon--May 19th--and my father's birthday is right after that--May 23rd--so, I guess I could write something for each of them. BCOF - DAY 830: Wednesday, February 25, 2015 Prompt ▼ Background Music In the past, I used to compromise myself for the benefit of the romance I was involved in. I did what I thought the man/boy wanted me to do in all things--mind, body, and spirit--despite how I thought and felt about it. Assuming the position of palpable, pliable clay. A puppet strung on his needs, wants, and wishes. I lost myself time and time again. I hated myself in the off seasons. Not anymore. I'm out of the cold, chill of an act of pathetic desperation. Winter is gone for good from my life. Summer's new and promising miracles begin. Track 25 - SOYLC ▼ Track 25 - Love Me Like You Do - Click to go to Video This is on the Original Soundtrack for Fifty Shades of Grey. I have read the first book and am half way through the second in the trilogy. I was originally put off by the story-line after listening to the first book's first chapter via audio-book. It was really an intense attraction. At the time, I had nothing to really base it off of. I never had a mutual attraction like the story starts with. But... I have more recently... I met Josh in a rather odd way. He and I attended the same program with four group therapy sessions a day for five days a week. The first week or so that he was admitted there. I was turned off and on to him over and over again. He showed interest in me, but was sucked under some hen's wing. She was loud, obnoxious, and controlling. I wrote him notes, like we were in high school, not ten years later ... At the end of one, I gave him an ultimatum. It stung to give it, but I knew I wouldn't have the guts to do it in person, by spoken word. So I wrote it. It said something like, "I find you attractive.." and yada yada... "I want you to be mine, if you feel the same..." Check yes. I'm kidding. I told him to invite me to a gig he was working sound on. If not, I wished him well with Loud Mouth, and to "stop flirting with me." Either way, I told him to "man up!" After reading my note, he approached me in front of a small group of people, mostly our mutual friends, and asked me to come to a gig. Mad props to him. I'd of not been able to do that if I was him. And later that day, after most of the group sessions were through, he sat next to me and said, "It's done. I told [Loud Mouth] we're done." Wasn't until later on in the coming weeks to follow that I learned that Loud Mouth was hurt by that. But that didn't surprise me. She guessed that it was me, though, so that was interesting. She left the program soon after and that was all well and good. I helped him, OK OK, nudged him ever so bluntly to get rid of the ungrateful room-hogs he was letting live him out of house and home. He was practically sleeping on the floor, couch but still. His queen sized bed was being used by ungrateful pricks who now are gone. He did eventually--Two and a half months later--get them out of his place... Since, I've graduated from the program, he's been running some groups in my stead. And he seems to think that he's absorbing the information from the sessions quicker than the average client there, thanks to me. OK, enough with the dancing around the mulberry bush, he is the first man in my life to elicit an explicit response from me that makes internet porn mostly irrelevant to my tastes now. Only during his three-to-four-week dry spells does it ever come in some form of handiness. The Internet can't love me like it usually did before, anymore. And just like that, zero to 60 in a seconds, cool and chill to amazingly tempting; we could feel the mood change around us, in us, for us. It seemed silly before having my very own Christian Grey, the whole haunting childhood that still affects him in his teens and young twenties. Age doesn't matter my Fifty is slightly better off than their Fifty but whatever. I have the fire I always thought I had to start by behaving a certain way. I don't act, I don't pretend to be anything other than myself. Sometimes he's annoying as all get out, but he loves me unconditionally--my Fifty. |
| Welcome to My Reality week 62 Prompt set - #2 ▼ I am not a big drinker but I do sip from my boyfriend's rum and coke every now and again. I am not one for getting wasted or drunk on any kind of schedule. In high school, I was completely dry. It wasn't until college that I began dappling in alcohol, at all. Freshman year was the worst year for me when it came to making good decisions. I didn't do any illegal drugs but I did however lose my sense of dignity with drinking booze. Beer wasn't all that great back then, so I tended to avoid it. Jello shots and Jungle Juice was my weakness, as well as sprite vodka and/or Hennessy. My best friend in college, Rob P., was a huge fanatic of drugs--the complete opposite of me. In all things, he was as tall as I was short. He got wasted once and dished on his girlfriend at the time, I told him the next day and gave him a piece of my mind about his girlfriend and he hasn't talked to me since. A certain instance, while I was drunk, I flirted and kissed a girlfriend's date to a college party on my dorm floor. I know I was drunk and I know he wasn't. So, I was on the rocks with my friend but she still dated him. Awkward much? Another instance involved me and trees and the hugs that I was freely giving them. I am not really sure if I wouldn't have hugged said trees sober. Because I am that hippy. My apartment mates were high. End of story. I don't drink much. I don't smoke much. I don't like cigarettes or cigars or pipes. I don't like beer unless it's cold Coors's Light, and my cousin asks me to kill it. I'm a sucker for some kinds of family pressure. But most of the time, my family and friends ask me to have a drink and I ask for water or Sprite, on special occasions. Sprite is my drink of choice for special occasions. I don't typically drink soda anymore. It burns my esophagus on the way down, and I can't stop myself from imagining it doing just that. Like Kool Aid to a dishwasher. (It cleans the pipes of your dishwasher.) Another infrequent indulgence of mine is fried ice cream. I love it. It's ice cream (of which I am allergic to and get congested and mucus-y) and it's battered and fried. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| February's Unofficial 30 Day Blogging Challenge Elimination Style Fundraising Blog Challenge Prompt ▼ Welcome to My Reality ▼ The roads to hell are paved with good intentions. It's funny really. How sometimes no matter what you do to help someone, if they're not accepting of your help. It really is futile. I have some recent examples of this. My mother has an issue with her eating (something she passed onto me) and pretty much shoves off every little piece of priceless advice I gave to her over the last 5 years or so. But then she has the nerve to spew her ridiculous "if it works for me, it will work for you too" crap. I don't know about you but I don't want her advice when she looks like a poorly modeled life-size skeleton in a biology nerd's bedroom. That has a ridiculously small, yet somehow still baggy looking outfit on it's thin-thin-thin frame. It really does get my goad. I have relentlessly (it STARTED out kindly, I promise you) asked her that I don't want advice from someone resembling and anorexic "Skeletor" She doesn't get it. She never will get it. I doubt she wants to get it. I think she'd die if she got it. Could I live with the possible fact that I may help my mother kick the bucket in the future? Yes. IF she's that sensitive SHE should be getting therapy instead of me. I sometimes wonder where they think I picked this all up from. It totally wasn't the Television or the Radio or Music. I mean, they were pretty darn strict about what I could and couldn't watch or listen to. Too Strict. That did actually happen. I'm a bit sketchy with the details but it wraps it up pretty good. I am sure that that wouldn't have happened to me like that if I had some kind of introductory exposure to horror films before I was ... 20. The time I watched Scream with a childhood friend down the street doesn't count. I still have visions of intestines spewing onto my old house's backyard patio.  I can't control her though. I have to learn to roll with her weakling jabs and crosses. And Crosses. If she throws another religious babble at me one more time!? I might just ... Oh right I did that already, that's how I ended up where I am today (partly the reason, anyway). I know she thinks she's got good intentions. I've told her many, many times that I take it as indirectly telling me I'm fat. But she doesn't stop--No--just goes right on spewing healthy-this-that-and-the-other-thing and exercise-is-good babble. I know what I should be doing. I am just highly unmotivated and lazy. You can't fix lazy from the outside, Mother. It's an inside job. So take your advice and marinade the ham.  |
| February's Unofficial 30 Day Blogging Challenge Elimination Style Fundraising Blog Challenge Prompt ▼ I recently found this website that helps me figure out percents of stuff in a jiffy. http://honorless.net/progressbar.htm ... My personal progress bar way... ▼ Computer languages are useless with WdC's WritingML tags, they are similar but the list shows nothing of the sort. Maybe If I were to use emotes: *blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray* 0% / 100%  *blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray**blockgray*62% / 100% 100% / 100% Yup. I did it! Though I suppose I am not the first to figure this out... I have seen it before, it was how I learned of the {e:block} emotes... Before I go, I want to give Brother Nature something..   Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt ▼ Obviously, Carver didn't invent the peanut. It was discovered not created by man. He gave advice. Some farmers took his advice. Some farmers know better than Carver. I've worked long-time in the healthcare field. I've seen a lot of things. Probably not as much as someone with a life-long job in it, but some things. Patients are never treated as well as they should. Families are never informed as well as they could be. Workers are never as kindhearted as they need to be. Facilities are never as clean, organized and ran as smoothly as they ought to be. If I had a nursing home or group home, what would I do. Well, I would probably shoot myself in the face with a compound bow. Where from? I have no clue, but I'd find one. There's shooting ranges around here. I doubt they would say no to a cute girl like me. Anyway. I've had ideas about improving the toothbrush, but I don't really thing it would be all that safe. It would be most likely dealing with toxins and chemicals that would do best to stay away from the mucus membranes of the human body. I've had ideas about making finding keys and pacifiers (the baby silencer, not peace-activists) easier and quicker. I mean, who wouldn't want that!? Right? Instant search and seizure for mommies and daddies who are pressed for time. OR for their babysitters who would rather by watching TV or texting their friends. |
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