Tag Archives: Rant
34 in ’12: Weary
One of the most stringent conditions all angels must meet, Phoenixfire, other than double-advanced harp playing and skydiving abilities (not necessarily at the same time), is that they must not allow themselves to feel hurt or rejected by the choices … Continue reading
Filed under This So-Called Life
27 in ’12: Avenger
Dear You, I’m so done with the grieving. And yes, NOW I think you’re a jerk-off. Hell hath no fury… like me. Love, Me
16 in ’12: Mirrors
A couple of weeks ago, my friends and spent more than 12 hours in Republiq, talking about anything and everything under the sun. I guess when you don’t see each other for a year, there’s a lot to talk about. … Continue reading
Filed under No Man's Land, Secret Life of Bees, This So-Called Life
