Author’s Note: Because this ended up being SOOOOOO long, I’m splitting it up into two parts. Aren’t you lucky. I’ve resisted for as long as possible. I don’t stay with Windows Vista because I like it. Frankly, I think it…
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Kid Bullshit Detector
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I think I’ve missed my calling in life. Over the last few years, I’ve really honed my bullshit detector specifically for anyone under the age of 18. I can credit my partner’s kids for helping me develop this skill. Early…
Fall of My Discontent
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The season of my discontent is nearing. I can feel it breathing down my neck, taunting me as I steel myself for the probable disappointment that awaits me. There have been glimmers of hope in the past, but I know…
Revenge of the Technical Writer
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For the past several work days, I’ve been banging my head against my desk. It is not an attempt to get workers comp and it isn’t because I keep falling down or tripping. No, we are trying to upgrade our…
I’m a Boot Whore
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I have a confession to make. I love boots. And I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill, admiration love of footwear. No, this love runs deeper. Given the proper economic circumstances, I would spend LOTS of money on boots. Brown boots.…
Bipolar is an Evil Disease
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My partner is bipolar. She’ll be the first person to tell you that it is an evil disease. I can’t tell you what it is like to have a mental illness that can cause you to do and say things…
Just Call Me Grace – Part 2
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There isn’t a door jamb or wall corner my body hasn’t inadvertantly run into. I have a knack for it, really. If you saw me walking through my house, you’d think I’d been drinking. I wish. No, I just can’t…
Me and My Shadow
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Seems there’s this thing following me around all the time. No matter what I do, I just can’t shake the damn pest. Even on cloudy days, I feel it lurking, waiting for an opportunity to show itself. At night, it…
Just Call Me Grace – Part 1
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Sometimes I wake up and wonder where the hell the bruises came from. Do I have some ghost haunting me that takes pleasure in leaving little blue and green marks on me? Am I sleepwalking into objects in the middle…
So, Are You Really a Lesbian?
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Anybody who knew me before 2006 has probably wanted to ask me this question: Are you really a lesbian? I don’t know how to answer that question adequately without getting into some sort of discussion about things some people probably…