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| Mi madre dearest teaches me the darndest life lessons in a grand way.
For
instance, she reminds me today (after an intense prior conversation)
not to live through the manipulation of emotions or by dependency on
sympathy from others. She is so on point. I do not struggle more than
others. We all struggle. I have so much to be thankful for. It seems
weird now how I was willing to love a stranger but not my own mother. I
was too afraid she might hate who I was inside. I thought I had to be
who she wanted me to be in order for her to accept me.
It might be true
in other circumstances. But I have been blessed.
Also,
Tawny says she loves Jesus. So does Ammiel. I think I should as well.
Because I trust them. And also because I should take a gamble on those
who do any and everything for me to be happy.
I mean love is a gamble.
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| Prayer for the Workplace
Thank You, Lord,
for the gift of employment
May it bring me always gratitude
and enjoyment
Deliver me everyday
from all mediocrity
Help me be excellent
at every opportunity
Bless me with wisdom, competence
and genuine passion
But even more with patience,
selflessness and compassion
Use me today as an instrument
of unity and peace
Let love and friendship
in my workplace increase
I offer up to You today all my plans
and all my labor
Prosper the work of my hands
and bless me with Your favor.
Amen.
I need a full-time job. Money.
New blog (for post-grad purposes): Polite In Public
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| For 2008, I choose happiness over love.
I mean in this day in age, who knows what love is anyway?
I know it might sound like suppression or subjugation, but it is really more of a reallocation.
That is my resolution.
And it makes me, well, happy.
In happiness, perhaps I can learn to truly love.
Pray for me. 
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I love when people pronounce the word 'schedule' without the c.
But I prefer to pronounce the word 'cholera' with the accent on the second syllable (even if it is wrong).
As in: Love in the Time of Cho-LE-ra.
It reminds me of the word: choleric (which is pronounced both ways).
My first read for 2008.
And my first rant. 
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| TragEDIEs of the Poor Little Rich Girl...
"Edith Minturn Sedgwick:
beautiful artist
and actress..."
"And all around loon."
"Remembered for setting
the world on fire..."
"And escaping the clutches
of her terrifying family."
"Made friends with everybody and anybody..."
"Creating chaos
and uproar wherever she went."
"Divorced as many times as she married,
she leaves only
good wishes behind."
Factory Girl |
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