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every day is a gift: December 2009
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Every day is a gift. Friday, December 11, 2009. Last night around 230 a bunch of us from work hung out after closing and had a couple beers and talked about this and that. The topic came up about prom and when you're from Jersey prom means the jersey shor. It makes me happy now that I have some good friends at work that actually want. This is a picture from the last party I was invited to. It's somewhere around the third or forth grade. I found it on facebook. Today and it made me awfully sad.
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every day is a gift: August 2009
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Every day is a gift. Saturday, August 22, 2009. I feel like I owe him a lifetime of smiles and laughs, sweet messages on his phone, notes that say I will always love you. I owe him eternal gratitude in the form of always lending an ear, rubbing his feet after a long night at work and a hot cup of soup when he's sick. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Whippany, NJ, United States. View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. I feel as if Ive re-entered my downward spiral th. Laughing With The Sun.
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every day is a gift: November 2012
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Every day is a gift. Tuesday, November 27, 2012. This right here is a good place. My mind and soul are peaceful. My mouth is sore from smiling, my voice hoarse from laughing. My favorite ailments any day. I'm doing just fine these days. It's a wild peace, abnormal in nature. Who can honestly feel as content as I do, as roll off the shoulder as I do, as happy as I do.when you remember everything else. School is exhausting and I'm killing myself to keep up. It all just piles up. Because I was an adult now.
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every day is a gift: February 2011
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Every day is a gift. Sunday, February 27, 2011. Following this recent "breakup" I find myself wondering if I'm so sure I didn't want him, what do I want. Become an RN and work for a traveling nurse company. Live in at least ten different states. Find my missing piece, feel excitement and challenge. Someone willing to do anything and everything, anticipates my wants and needs. Become this strong, courageous, beautiful women. So what's the trade off? I'm just uncertain with what to do, it's a catch twenty-...
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Every day is a gift. Wednesday, December 28, 2011. I hate to be a downer but I'd rather feel eloquent here (who reads this anyway? Than stutter along in the real world waiting for that perfect moment to drop the one phrase I've practiced in front of the mirror 6 times with nothing to back it up without proper preparation. Hell at least I dropped an SAT word or two. I read this :) I wish Id known how bored you are, we had practically nothing to do so far this whole week and could have come up to NJ!
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every day is a gift: June 2009
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Every day is a gift. Tuesday, June 2, 2009. Being a dolt sucks. 7:50 wake up to crying cat. 7:52 feed crying cat. 7:54 go back to bed. 7:54 cat jumps on head. 8:30 cat head butts me (aka. wake up again). 8:45 jump in the shower. 10:30 search for missing receipt. 11:00 go dumpster diving and find missing receipt. 11:30 say goodbye to Verizon. Man and hello to cable and Internet. Aka $115 bill for the rest of my life). 11:45 say goodbye to boy who looks all smart leaving for work in his shirt and tie.
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every day is a gift: September 2009
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Every day is a gift. Monday, September 28, 2009. I want a magic eight ball to tell me what to do because I am just weighed down by all of the options. Thursday, September 3, 2009. I am a wretched cunt rag. I don't know how to fix my life and I can't even fix anything with him-I'm just a piece of shit. Super. Wednesday, September 2, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Whippany, NJ, United States. View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. Past experience has shown me that distancing mysel. Boys Scouts ...
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every day is a gift
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Every day is a gift. Sunday, February 27, 2011. Following this recent "breakup" I find myself wondering if I'm so sure I didn't want him, what do I want. Become an RN and work for a traveling nurse company. Live in at least ten different states. Find my missing piece, feel excitement and challenge. Someone willing to do anything and everything, anticipates my wants and needs. Become this strong, courageous, beautiful women. So what's the trade off? I'm just uncertain with what to do, it's a catch twenty-...
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every day is a gift
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Every day is a gift. Wednesday, March 10, 2010. I'm going to continue to be happy. No one is going to take that away from me. I won't let them. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Whippany, NJ, United States. View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. Im super women. I cannot be hurt. My heart has be. You should all go watch this, I couldnt stop smil. Im happy. Im going to continue to be happy. No o. Laughing With The Sun. The New PostSecret Book. Never sure of where i'm going. Life is a song.
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every day is a gift: January 2010
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Every day is a gift. Wednesday, January 13, 2010. Can we just talk about my night? I'm not saying that the sun shines out my ass or that I am the greatest waitress that ever lived but I generally try to make it a rule that I greet every table like an old friend that I've been dying to see and I keep that vibe up throughout their meal. But sometimes it just isn't enough. The dinner shift started at six o'clock for me, a little busy because we were raising money for a group called the eleventh hour rescue.
