Author Archives: Donna

Up in the trees, lurking around the corner, hiding out…I know you see me and i know you are watching.  Each time I have disregarded your warnings, I know you are there and laughing your sinister laugh (like the one … Continue reading →

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So quiet and now the cheetah can not stop talking.  It might be caffeine induced or maybe I am naturally this full of useless information.  Kinda of like facebook, its a listing of thoughts that I don’t really have room … Continue reading →

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On Monday I will, next week I can, after the holidays, when things calm down, I am too busy, I don’t have time.  Invalid.  All Invalid.  For some reason I am stirred with emotion tonight, sitting here completely frustrated with … Continue reading →

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Glad bags are not outfits for people.  They are outfits for trash, and some people do fit into that category but I digress.  I am fascinated by the people who put on trash bags and use them to sweat more … Continue reading →

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Please don’t go, please don’t leave me…I will be so lonely.  We belong together, we are happy together.  When you leave there is a huge void that only you can fill.  Every morning I have this conversation with my bed.  … Continue reading →

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Look away, now back at me, now in the mirror now back at me…you are not me.  And that is the greatest thing ever!!!  I said it..its great that you are not me.  If you were me, you would waste … Continue reading →

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Who’s job is it to remove road kill?  Is it part of the circle of life?  If not, who ever has that job can not be paid enough.  Today marks the first time I have seen the supreme ugliness of … Continue reading →

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Someone, oxygen please..hurry..this man just took my breath away! (and that wasn’t even a clever pick up line!) I said it before and I will say it again, there is nothing that compares to the view in South Beach, and I am … Continue reading →

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Exercise hurts.  If it doesn’t you are not doing it correctly.  It should hurt, if it were simple and didn’t hurt everyone would do it and the world would be visually magnificent.  It amazes me how people will strive to … Continue reading →

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Her, there, in the red..yes..the one with the perfect hair…the non-sweating one with perfect form and grace and fancy running gear..yes her…SHE will not beat me.  Oh that guy..with his golden shoes and forty seven packs of gel and eight … Continue reading →

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