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I recently got a new set of plates. They’re red and white. We also acquired matching bowls and matching lunch plates. I am glad that we got corelle ware – I have a suicidal 16 yr old who I’m afraid might break those plates in anger and try to kill himself. How do you help a suicidal child when there’s no help, anywhere, until it’s too late?

» Posted By Jeran On 02.12.2019 @ 6:42 pm


I never have very good timing. I can read faces, empathize with people’s feelings, and yet, if I want to say something funny my timing is often off. Or maybe it’s my phrasing? Who knows.

» Posted By Jeran On 09.13.2016 @ 8:07 pm


We may very well be in the middle of the “beginning of the end” when it comes to the modern world and the constant consumption of technology. Does no one else see that we are all slowly becoming drones to be controlled and manipulated?

» Posted By Jeran On 08.30.2016 @ 1:29 pm


I’ve never really had an issue with speaking in front of others. I’m not sure if it’s my natural showmanship that I have, or the affinity for attention, but I just don’t get nervous like others I’ve known. I quite enjoy a crowd, especially when I know I’m affluent on the topic. I think it’s quite amusing when people get all nilly willy and don’t want to do what needs to be done when speaking in front of a crowd. Whether it’s adults or children, I have always felt I’ll find something to be said that strikes a chord with the crowd. :)

» Posted By jeran On 11.25.2014 @ 1:11 pm


It’s nice to sit and chat with you. Just ramble about the day. You tell me the highlights and the lowlights, and I am content just watching your lips move as they tell me your story. You draw me in, deep into you, in ways you can’t fathom in these simple little conversations. Have you any idea how much you mean to me? How much I adore you? How I fall in love with you a little more every day? It’s amazing. Those sixty second moments … those twenty second chats, and all that they do to me.

» Posted By Jeran On 06.08.2012 @ 7:35 pm

The chatter of the bar was overwhelming him. The somber mood in his heart was welling up inside of him as he stared into his drink. His eye reflected back in a thin disguise of his pain. The blue iris surrounding the pupil was light blue.

» Posted By Jeran On 06.08.2012 @ 1:44 pm


The crisp autumn air is something I’ve always loved. It smells amazing, the freshness of the leaves as they turn to their golds and reds and oranges … the startling cold that sets in when you least expect it, leaving the mark of coolness on your prickled skin.

» Posted By Jeran On 01.13.2012 @ 9:30 pm


We have quite opposite views on things. They say that love consists not in gazing at one another but in gazing outward in the same direction. I would say that our love consists in gazing to see completely different views but holding hands to let the other know we’ll always be there to share the horizon with them.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.09.2011 @ 6:30 pm


Prints. I’ve never been one for lots of action on my clothing or bedding attire. I much prefer solid colors to prints. Too much going on, trying to figure out the different designs and how they all mesh together. Nah, just a solid color for me thanks :)

» Posted By jeran On 11.09.2011 @ 9:03 pm


Stacks and stacks of books … surrounded by vast, copious amounts of knowledge, information, and imagination. How can I not spend the day perusing the library when there’s so much input? Input .. input .. input …

» Posted By jeran On 10.10.2011 @ 7:44 pm


Stomach churning … heart burning … chest aching … why does love make me feel that way? How ill I feel … and yet the delirium of my emotions tides me over through another day.

» Posted By Jeran On 07.25.2011 @ 9:05 am


I almost took that step forward. The one that would have allowed me to fall for you. To fall forward … tumbling … stumbling … *looks down* hmm .. I don’t much care for skinned knees. It’s you who stopped me you know. Your distance that kept me from falling. Do you feel safer now?

» Posted By Jeran On 03.07.2011 @ 9:57 pm


Ahh the bliss of summer. Warm rays of sun, beaming down and making your skin feel tingly. The cool breezes and the loud, booming thunderstorms that only happen this time of year. I do love summer – until it gets too hot. Then I retreat away into the dark coolness of my home, closing away the heat with dark curtains, basking in the blast of my 75F degree air conditioning. Ahh summer, will you join us again soon?

» Posted By Jeran On 01.14.2011 @ 10:37 am


I wake to the sound of your name. The thoughts that breeze across my brain are always of you, as my eyes open to the glaring sun, and as they close to the weeping moon. If only we could share night and day together – literally, the night, the day – the agony of you being in another world torments me in ways you can’t imagine.

» Posted By Jeran On 01.12.2011 @ 6:35 pm


I’ve had days where I’ve felt like I’ve been run ragged. Those can be the best days, but more often, are the worst days. I’d like more good days of being run down in the best ways possible, as hard and as many times as you so desire.

» Posted By Jeran On 01.10.2011 @ 4:10 pm


There are many routes one can take in life, and yet, I fell all the routes I’ve taken have led me to you. It is because of the decisions I’ve made, the paths I have chosen, that I have found you. Had I not met L, had I not lost her – had I not become the woman I am today, I know I would not be the woman you need in your life, ready and able, willing to love you.

» Posted By Jeran On 01.01.2011 @ 11:30 pm


I was driving for a long time yesterday. Wishing the snow/rain/hell storm would stop already. Wishing the pain that was slowly making its way into my hips and up my back would back the hell off. Wishing I knew what your hair and skin smelled like as you lay against me. I had a lot on my mind while driving, I sure did.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.29.2010 @ 9:29 pm


I’d love to alter the circumstances that are my life. My pants are always too long – being 5′ tall doesn’t make for a promising situation when shopping for jeans. Of course, I’m too lazy to take them in and have them tailored. My current situation isn’t one that I would like to be in, but at the same time, my apprehension about change makes it difficult to maneuver around it.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.23.2010 @ 10:18 pm


I remember the first sting of rejection. Telling a girl I liked her only to have her brush me off and walk away.

“You’re just a child. You don’t even know the difference.”

I wonder what she would think of me now, some almost 20 years later. I wonder if I tracked her down, would she still think I’m a child? I’m sure I could handle the sting again much better than the first time.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.21.2010 @ 2:50 pm


I should have a bit more of this. Frustrating though, when you’re hearing impaired and you can’t do things other people can. My state just passed a law that you are required to drive hands free – which means no talking on the phone to your ear. However … I can’t use bluetooth, or headphones with a mic since they require use without my hearing aid! Ugh, maybe throw a bit of optimism my way – I surely know I need it.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.20.2010 @ 11:16 pm


I’ve never been a fan of the typewriter. The loud clacking, the lack of a backspace button, the inconvenience of having to start completely over if I fucked up. My first typing class I ever took we used typewriters, and while I got really good at it, I really did detest the class. “asdf ;lkj asdf ;lkj fdsa jkl;” .. Ugh. What a joke!

» Posted By Jeran On 12.18.2010 @ 9:52 pm


Stick. Dick. Flick. Crick. Wick. Lick. Mick. Hick. Nick.

Seriously, what the hell am I supposed to write about a stick?

Stick in the mud.

Stick it where the sun don’t shine.

Stick on me like butter on bread.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.16.2010 @ 8:06 pm


I’ve been wrong, all along. When I told myself so many years ago that I’m destined to be alone, it was just my bitterness at the world talking. I should have known that it wasn’t in my cards, and that all the roads in my life would eventually lead me to you. Thank Goddess for being wrong.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.15.2010 @ 9:34 pm


Butch in the streets, femme in the sheets. I’ll admit, more than it’s not, that’s so me. While I am quite the dominant one I do love a good pillow queen session. I would love to find that lover that challenges me in bed, dares me to try new things, and allows herself to be challenged as well. No more vanilla for me. Give me a lover who can fill me in, up, down and out .. so I can eagerly return the favor a million times over.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.14.2010 @ 2:28 pm


There are those who say I am short tempered. I suppose I am. I am also quick to jump the gun, to assume when I shouldn’t, and to overreact when it’s not needed. It takes a patient person to endure all this with me, and not many are able to do so. Fortunately, for the person who is so patient, I am also quite forgiving.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.12.2010 @ 8:52 pm


Love, like life, is full of possibilities. Full of ups and downs, good times and bad, challenges and laughter. I look forward to finding the challenges and seeing them through. To hearing your laughter and your mockery of it. To feeling you reach out and touch me for the first time, finally unafraid of all that is possible.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.11.2010 @ 9:31 pm


It’s huge. Massive. Immense. All the things that swirl about in my head about how to describe this! I can’t even put the best word down. They all work in some small, fractional, even marginal way and yet, they don’t work at all. Damn. It’s … supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Holy hell.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.10.2010 @ 9:26 pm


“I’m a believer, I couldn’t leave her if I tried …” I imagine I’ll have this song stuck in my head for the rest of the day now. It’s a great song, but I always think of Shrek, which then causes me to think of Mike Myers, which then leads me to him as Austin Powers in Goldmember. Finally, the trail of thought leaves me with “Shmoke and a pancake? You know, flapjack and a shigarette? No, all right. Cigar and a waffle? No? Pipe and a crepe? No? Bong and a blintz? No? Then there is no pleasing you” …

» Posted By Jeran On 12.10.2010 @ 6:15 am


I remember my grandmother’s huge weeping willow in her front yard. It was one of many things I loved about her house. How sad I was when I looked at the pictures after her house had burned down, to see hardly anything left of the tree. It wasn’t the house I mourned, but the tree which I spent countless hours under, daydreaming the days away.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.07.2010 @ 7:18 pm


She scraped the artichoke petal across her teeth, pulling up all of the sweet, iron-filled flesh that she could. Savoring the flavor in her mouth, she carelessly tossed the petal into the pile with the others – all of which bared the recklessness of her insatiable desire for this vegetable.

» Posted By Jeran On 12.06.2010 @ 11:30 am

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