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29 days ago
Current The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times!
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2 mos ago
I would die for a Charlie Puth and Lewis Capaldi collab song.
2 mos ago
My therapist mentioned referring me to a psychiatrist for anxiety medication, then at the next appt. said it wasn't a good idea as it doesn't the issue. I would've loved the temporary relief though...
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2 mos ago
I thought a tiny woman like me wouldn't break a sweat with the timed wall sit. Ho Ho homg wtf
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2 mos ago
Started calisthenics today; not to lose weight, but to get toned and get a little stronger. It's a 5x/week type deal ChatGPT drew out for me, but my snap, crackle, pop knees sure do love to complain..
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Give this a try. Bought it on Amazon for a couple of bucks or something. I used to have dry lips because of the climate here but my lips have been smooth ever since. I don't even use it on the regular and my lips still remain healthy, unlike chapstick.
I'm too much of a control freak. Whenever I stay over my boyfriend's house, he knows to wash the bedsheets right before bed because his ex accustomed the dog to sleep on the bed and the hair drives me insane.
Last year I lived a block or two away from the intersection where the UPS truck shootout occurred. I loved the area and I'd still be there were it not for my ex ending things, so the incident affects me to some extent as I'll always consider myself a part of that community.




Despite not getting enough sleep the previous night, Kassandra took herself out to the celebratory event. She went alone, avoiding the topic with just about anyone whom she had conversed with that day in order to dodge any level of commitment. She stood near the small crowd that had gathered in front of one of the vendors, listening to the various conversation highlights as she slowly sipped on her drink. Kassandra could have easily settled for a quiet night in, or maybe she could have gone back to the bar for a few rounds of pool, but such distractions wouldn't have been all that effective.

She stood in the same spot after ordering her second round. Since she knew one of the staff members, there was practically no juice mixed in her drink. But she had a high tolerance for alcohol given her profession, which more often than not served as curse more so than a blessing. Kassandra had skipped a meal earlier that day, and that, coupled with the diminishing tolerance for the neighboring group, prompted her to suddenly walk off to grab something to eat

Exploring the grounds a bit more thoroughly, she learned the layout quite easily. She walked back to the cafe before she heard her name being called. In response, Kassandra turned around to face the familiar voice.

"Detective Carson, what are the odds of meeting so soon?"

"Enjoying yourself, Kassandra?" he gestured at her drink with a slight nod, his voice carrying a friendlier tone than when she'd last spoken to him the previous evening.

"Yeah, something like that."

"I apologize ahead of time for having to be the bearer of bad news, but we need you for an assignment. The other individual backed out and we don't have anyone else."

"But I've been drinking..."

"Yes, I see that. You won't be going anywhere though, it's all happening within these grounds. Give me 20 minutes and then meet me behind the food carts."

Kassandra stared at him for a moment trying to wrap her head around his words. To say the encounter was strange was an understatement.

"Yeah sure, see you then," she waved, quickly heading back the way she came.
I'm a little behind due to work and all but I'll post tomorrow!
More often than not, my dreams create a lot of anxiety for me. For example, last night I dreamt I was trying to get away from a bomb about to go off in the middle of the small town where I'm from. As always, I run as fast as I can although it never feels fast enough. Then came the second part of the dream. Out of nowhere, I had some generic bad guy order me to my knees as he yelled at someone else. Then he turned his attention to me and told me to get into a car and drive off. I didn't want to get in the car as I knew it was rigged with a bomb, but he had a gun, so I had no choice. I drove for a few blocks then the dream ended because presumably the damn thing blew up.

The dream is kind of funny as yesterday I watched an episode of Criminal Minds involving a school shooter who also had a bomb on him. But yes, I have a ton of dreams where I'm being chased by someone or something. Or in this case, I have to do something and I'm terrified but I have no choice. I've been stabbed, shot, kidnapped, drowned, etc. I wish I could get an expert to weigh in on this. I mean, I wouldn't complain if I had at least one dream where I win the lottery but noooooo.




Her eyes were red and swollen. Kassandra didn't need to get up and look at her reflection to confirm such fact; she felt it. The black satin sheet was draped over the contours of her body as she lay on one side; her short hair sprawled around her as a result of her tossing and turning throughout the night. Last night had been emotionally painful to the point that it drained her. She had been involved in a major fight with Desmond which at some point had become physical. He didn't hit her, but he did push her against the wall after she shoved him. She, however, spent hours crying over his words.

It had been roughly an hour since she'd woken up before her phone went off a couple of times. Kassandra chose to ignore it, not sure whether it was Desmond on the other end. She didn't know what to say just yet, but instead of moping around, she pushed the bedsheets to the side and got up, getting a good stretch in once she sat on the side of the bed. Kassandra sat around for a moment, contemplating what she'd do that morning when her phone started ringing. She picked it up and noticed it was a video call from Clarisse, the manager at her bar.

"Talk to me."

"Wow, rough night?"

"Yeah, killer hangover," she lied, smiling a little.

"Right. So that order you placed never came in yesterday, and I wouldn't bother you but the password to the system expired so if you could pass by real quick that'd be great."

"Gee girl, take a breath."

Both women laughed before they talked a little more as Kassandra walked around to start her morning. She would spend a little while trying to decide what to wear, as usual, but then she'd make her way down to the bar to sort out the mess from the previous night.
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Spit out the location of the fountain of youth you've been drinking from, woman.


Over my dead body! But really, off the top of my head: not eating junk, getting exercise, sleeping good, and using a nightly moisturizer AND 4 different types of sunblock (hair, face, body, and hands).

But also genes. My dad doesn't have a single strand of gray hair and isn't bald. My mom doesn't have many grays either and they both look good for being in their late 50s.
Yesterday I went to the store to buy a bottle of wine. I headed through self-checkout and did my thing, and obviously had to wait for someone to come check my ID. She looks at the picture, looks at me, looks at the picture again, whispers, "this can't be right", and proceeds to manually type in my full date of birth for verification.

I'm 32, so I obviously got the buy the wine, but the fact that she couldn't believe I was over 21 made my night. Biggest compliment I've gotten in a while.
I'm 5'0. On my last license I had 5'3. I went to the Hard Rock with friends and a cop is checking IDs. I handed him my license and he looks at me and says, "you ain't 5'3". We both laugh and I get my license back.

My current license now says 5'0.
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