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Down By the River Today

  • foxglovestalksgrac
  • Jun 11, 2015
  • 3 min read

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Mike is sitting beside me now, here inside, beside the river, at the daquiri bar, and yes I am blogging...he just now said "ignorance is bliss, [knowledge] it's ruining me"...and we are discussing "title insurance" what a scam he is saying.

Today I had so many thoughts that aren't mattering right now...I was just now told I am disarming, which is because I am forward.

children are a common denominator with divorce, just true. now another sip. hello sweetheart...cowboy approaches...

the "pile of debris casino" back in the day when I turned 21 I played nickels for 3 hours, had a bucket in each arm full of nickels, my hands were grey with the dust!!

what memory is to be saved? Now playing on the juke box: Rolling Stones "Waiting on a Friend"

So here goes my very first scary post...me telling again once over what my big mouth said...while intoxicated.....

A childhood friend (and I can not type fast enough) spent the entire evening taking me back down the most painful planes of my memory. Apparently, he was a more enormous part of my forgotten past memories I tried to erase, successfully so even, that to hear again with a bit of coaxing from alcohol moments of my life choices and shocks, this person had been there as a witness. He was able to tell me details of my own world that I had never seen--more as me from the outside looking in but all listed occurences held stead true facts which matched my situation and plus he knew the names...yet was it true? Had all he relayed been happening around myself and I just been so unaware as a young girl...yes I was unaware!

I met a gorgeous new friend, a lady named Georgia, whom I would like and enjoy to keep in touch. Perhaps even include her input to this blog. Another voice to the struggle is real...she can not use her phone since so poor she has limited minutes and text *I barely remember days like those*

Dedicated to the world of all single women ~ Single defined here merely means NOT married~ around me who are making it through life in this cold world without a man beside her...us, yes...the same women that eat you for lunch can also save your life.

Song : "Girl Crush" Little Big Town

Now know this. My face will never ever appear here if I diary pure. I save my thoughts and trials here online because of the private thrill that maybe another can relate. Except really, I shall rely my detailed stories on the more likely trivial fact of the matter is ...who will ever find me? *shrug*

I got in touch with an old red haired gorgeous lady friend whose number was in a mutual guy friend's phone that I used since mine was battery dead and I didn't have her number. I texted her mine on his phone telling her it was me.

My guy doesn't like her. We separated because I believed something. Based on reputation the guys just generally all feel uncomfortable around her (maybe it matters, maybe not). Now since he will not stop being friends with an abusive fuck shit face to his family. I see no reason I ought to keep from being her friend based on anyway which he has been choosing his own!!

 
 
 

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