Not for polite society

I gave up on this blog because I ran out of stories. Or at least I thought I did. There are stories all around us, we just need to interact with others more. At least I did. Sometimes, we just need to sit and talk to the loud mouth old lady that comes to pick my mother up for work, or my mother herself. I always thought it was my father that had all the cool stories and that when he died, they all went with him. Not so! As soon as my rusty writing wheels are oiled up, I'll be back.

almost september

One day, I'll be back for sure!

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Little

I'm coming back in bits and pieces. My thought of the day: I want to go down in a hail of gunfire, but not really. Vanessa is moving to Nashville, Toni to Miami, OG to Brooklyn and I'm staying put.

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It's been too long. I have run out of blogsteam because there was too much happening and not enough words for the bigness of it all. My sister had cancer, she's now in remission, OG graduated school, she's working and looking for her own place, I'm still in school enjoying most of it and just trying to keep it together.

I'm lacking some seriously funny adventures but the summer is almost here and I will have time to go out and find the fun.

Oh my

I'll be back! Soon!

dream

Toni was on the lam from the law because she killed someone. We couldnt' call the police because the phones broke, couldn't get them to work. She took off with Katie, Sarah and maybe Stephanie like in the Wizard of Oz. I saw blood and police lights on the side of a building in NYC at night and went into a coffee shop where I saw N. Balsano from UBS. I nodded curtly and sat down to my coffee. I was upset that Toni caused such a disaster and now had to run away and not take care of her family. she didn't care.