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Wow. Invest in what? Or, what am I investing in now? Writing this bit? investing in opening up a little? Taking a moment to invest in seeing where it will go? Where this will go? So far, not off the starting block, but a view is coming into picture. I see mountains …

» Posted By christie On 03.11.2019 @ 2:45 pm


She walked out the door, turned left and crossed the street. A familiar form strode by, and she turned to see her ex, oblivious to her presence. She’s certainly dodged that bul

» Posted By Christie On 03.04.2017 @ 6:55 am


Walking out the door, she listened, looked up, and there it was. Sitting on a bare branch, gorgeous red head gleaming in the sun. There he is. That damn woodpecker.

» Posted By Christie On 02.26.2017 @ 1:18 pm


She’s not sure how she got here. She looks around, confused by her surroundings. Of course she KNEW how she got here, it was her house afterall, and she lives here. But just how she got to this state, of disrepair was beyond her.

» Posted By Christie On 02.11.2017 @ 5:13 pm


Lately my time has been a mass of self doubt and measuring my self worth.
Never knowing where I am, or where I’m going.
All I know is that I love to write, and I think I deserve the joy of writing, and the discovery that comes with it.

» Posted By Christie On 01.19.2016 @ 2:38 pm


I don’t know if I have ever had anything stolen from me. Come to think of it, one of my pipes has been MIA for a while and I am suspicious of that. But at any rate, I do feel like I had parts of my youth stolen. People have stolen small bits of my soul away from me.

» Posted By Christie On 08.09.2015 @ 7:27 pm


She was so inept she didn’t try. So inept, she didn’t begin; and there was never a middle or end. So inept, she … Well. She just didn’t.

But, she was a world class watcher – extra-ordinary at soaking it all in.

Sometimes she felt like all the colors of the world, the sounds of all the voices, bled into her, leaving little traces behind as they passed through. And, as it was, tho her inner world was surprisingly rich, no one bothered to know.

» Posted By Christie On 08.08.2015 @ 9:42 pm


This morning has felt eventful for me. My motivation to get up and work has been at an all-time low because of different scheduling conflicts, and then I receive an email of yet another cancellation. I don’t know if that’s considered eventful, but I feel like I haven’t been given a break of having a real schedule and being able to get real work done. It’s been all about rescheduling work that will eventually get canceled. Lame.

» Posted By Christie On 08.04.2015 @ 5:48 am


You can’t explain your situation to someone and have them 100% understand. Just like you will never understand someone’s perspective unless you knew everything that goes behind their decision-making processes. Sometimes, we can have similar ideals or opinions with people, and that’s great. But sometimes it takes getting out of your comfort zone to really gain some new perspective and learn.

» Posted By Christie On 08.02.2015 @ 8:02 pm


I am doing research with correlates with the word dual a lot. In this research, people are dually impacted by both a natural disaster and by internal disaster in their homes. Dealing with both issues at once makes things very complicated for these individuals. It is so fascinating how people are so mulit faceted and how things come in twos.

» Posted By Christie On 08.01.2015 @ 8:28 am


It was devastating the whole thing. it isn’t easy to lose a young cheerful life. But after time fades and the pain becomes more bearable, we find that we are able to live without them but still, we never truly let go.

» Posted By christie On 01.04.2015 @ 5:30 am

it was devastating, the whole thing. to lose a young, cheerful life is never easy but when the hurt goes and pain starts to feel bearable we find a way to carry on without them but we never truly let go.

» Posted By christie On 01.04.2015 @ 4:35 am


I watched the slate slip off the roof making it way towards the ice. with no time to think, all I could do now was hope and pray, that the slate would not break the ice.

» Posted By christie On 01.02.2015 @ 11:47 am


I’m sinking. Farther and farther. I feel like I’m underwater. My every movement is slow and weightless. You float away from me. I feel the pressure in my lungs. I cannot breath. The world slips from my grasp. Your words are garbled. I’m cold, but I cannot shake. My vision blurs as the darkness creeps in.

» Posted By Christie On 08.27.2014 @ 2:05 pm


Strike. That dreaded word any boss of any company cringes at when he or she hears it. Labor unions constantly throw this word around as a veiled threat to get their way. Yet for the boss, the fear it strikes in their hearts when the almighty bottom line is at stake. Shut down production? Lose money. Horrors! Strike is the ultimate bargaining chip.

» Posted By Christie On 04.12.2014 @ 8:52 am


It was all very unplanned. Life is unplanned. One day we’re running through the woods looking up at the sky, the next day we’re cooped up inside watching a movie with hot chocolate in one hand and your hand in my other. Trying to keep warm. Seasons change and we think that it’s planned but truly nothing is really planned at all.

» Posted By Christie On 01.28.2014 @ 3:10 pm


“I don’t have the clout to pull it off,” she said. What she meant was, “I don’t know the people to ask for help. They might say no. It might be a failure – what if no one showed up?” All manner of excuses.

» Posted By christie On 05.24.2013 @ 11:03 am


Sing me a lullaby. Just like you used to. That’s not true. I used to sing myself pretty songs to go to sleep and now you don’t sing anymore. All I think about is singing some pretty lullaby to someone new. Someone who is mine. Someone who is a part of me.

» Posted By Christie On 05.20.2013 @ 8:10 am


I signed my life away. It was quick. I was slow. I thought it would take a lot more thought. I couldn’t think though. There I was and then all that I had was gone. Signed away with a little bit of ink. Gone. That was it.

» Posted By Christie On 05.19.2013 @ 10:59 am


Someone to listen to stories I tell. I envy people with stories. I want to BE someone who has stories to share by the time I’m old. I’m amazed by these people. But I’m coming to realize that those stories didn’t just happen by magic. Those people went out and DID things, talked to people, took risks. They were not on the damn internet all the time. What on earth are we doing to our brains?

» Posted By Christie On 05.06.2013 @ 12:14 pm


Dissolve. A slow fade into what seems like nothing – but a dissolved thing is still there, still present, still measurable. It’s just invisible. So if a relationship is dissolved, or a marriage, it doesn’t just go away. It’s still part of the whole picture, still affecting all the reactions that happen after that.

» Posted By Christie On 05.02.2013 @ 11:20 am


you told me not to
you tricky bastards

he says “nothing”
i say,
“you can’t be thinking about NOTHING.”
he smiles

» Posted By Christie On 02.05.2013 @ 1:53 pm


so, references are really big things. you either have them or you don’t. its like, either you know people and have connections and are an awesome employee and friend or what? you’re not? that’s dumb.

» Posted By christie On 01.06.2013 @ 9:51 pm


It’s all rules and fun and really stupid like by the book rules and life is not fun with this in it although according to this sometimes things can go better than expected or well and ish but I don’t like it it’s too formal and yuck and like people who are royalty have these and I like to be free because I have been freed from the script okay so fuck you :) and I’m happy with myself without any rules or regulations to follow!

» Posted By Christie On 12.24.2012 @ 7:19 pm


Get past it. Keep telling yourself that. The past is not the present and when you look back it makes you sad and happy. And these are the things that you can’t really change.

» Posted By Christie On 11.28.2012 @ 2:57 pm


Under and over and about and through. We’re still not sure where we are but we’re sure we’re going somewhere. How I long to live under the trees that we pass by everyday. I think there must be other worlds in there. Not like out here so open and light and dry.

» Posted By Christie On 11.27.2012 @ 1:28 pm


Soon seems so long from now sometimes. And sometimes it seems so, well…soon. I find myself talking about the things I’m going to do in a couple minutes as soon. I find myself talking about a few months from now as soon. One thing I can know is that soon is not now.

» Posted By Christie On 11.26.2012 @ 7:30 am

Soon is not far from now. It seems like it on most days though. I was just talking about how I was going to do something soon in a couple of minutes. The next minute I was saying how soon was a few months from now. So I”m getting old and I’m still not sure what soon is. Isn’t time a funny thing?

» Posted By Christie On 11.26.2012 @ 7:24 am


And we always try to keep our customers satisfied. We ask what they need or want and somehow make it possible. It’s our specialty – satisfying people. How’s that for a business model.

» Posted By Christie On 11.20.2012 @ 8:17 am


And if I should mention the past or anything that I dislike or that boy who I still can’t seem to get off my mind don’t think anything of it. It’s just a passing phase. It’s just my mind spilling out of my mouth. Mentioning things.

» Posted By Christie On 11.19.2012 @ 6:59 am

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