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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">This relationship shit tho...! not that I'm in one. lol. I'm again single. Yall I got some serious trust issues ..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Him- "Mieka I want to be with you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Me- "uuummmm"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Him- "What does that mean"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Me- "IDK... I mean I just ... well.. ummm"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It means that for some reason, something that you have already did got me thinking you playing... and I just do not have the time for non-sense. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've done the whole love thing before and when its good, its wonderful, laugh when its raining wonderful, but hunni when its bad....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So I have some real trust issues people </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It's not that I think that all men are bad, but if I get any feeling At all that it's not right ....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">#interworkings </span><br />
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-73472446183196885982017-03-01T05:26:00.001-06:002017-03-01T05:26:21.923-06:00 'There'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #741b47;"> It's funny how 2 years become 5 years and 5 years become 10. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">10 years ago I was 23 and I just knew that there was something out there that was MORE. 2 years later I was still convinced that this MORE was real and 5 years after that I think I was just at a stand still. At 33 I'm once again searching for my MORE. More love, more confidence, more happy, more</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"> ME.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"> And I'm excited because I realize now more than ever that I am responsible for my MORE. It seems crazy to say that because we are always responsible for our life, our happy and whatever state of being that we wish to receive, unfortunately we don't all see that at 7 or 14 or even 21 so we continue to wait for this BIG thing to happen to us that only we can make happen for ourselves.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">So here I am 33, making plans to return to school to have more, be more and achieve more because I know that I'm worth it and smart enough to obtain it. So here I am at 33 and I'm ok with who I am and even though I'm not Dr. Adams or Ms. CEO or simply Mrs. I am a person who realizes that you only get one life and that my choices are mine, my happiness is mine and so what if I'm not completely 'there' yet ...it's a process and I'm more than willing to smile on my way to wherever 'there' is.</span><br />
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0United States38.8992410877798 -100.54687513.3772065877798 -141.855469 64.4212755877798 -59.238281tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-42099499131491187712017-02-19T03:04:00.001-06:002019-12-08T20:13:42.112-06:00LEA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">We haven't forgotten who you were to us</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">your laugh or your smile</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">We remember</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">there are still days we cry and nights where your memory keeps us awake</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">we don't go months or days without thinking about you</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"> sometimes we only go seconds</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">our tears still fall and we still smile with thoughts of you </span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">We remember </span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">and we miss you.</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">We haven't forgotten just who we were to you</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">the love you gave so easily </span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">or the time you shared so caringly </span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">The world continues to turn and leaves to fall</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">but our hearts are ever filled with you</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">our minds always holding you</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">True love doesn't die </span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">it simply gets stronger as time pass </span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">We remember </span><br />
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-22786749566351219962017-01-24T01:09:00.001-06:002017-01-24T01:09:33.677-06:00....No one knows a fool until he speaks <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I really need to be more careful with how I say things. My tone can be awful. I promise that it's not always intentional, but hunni do some stuff come out ugly. I've got to fix that. Sometimes I get so caught up in what I'm saying that I forget How I'm saying things. <br />
I didn't make any resolutions this year but this year I want be more conscious of how I treat people. I think that I am a nice person but sometimes I become so consumed with weather someone is attempting to hurt me in some way that I end up lashing out defensively and even if they are wrong in what they say or do I want to walk away not feeling like I need to apologize. </div>
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-33413660035553640162017-01-12T11:45:00.000-06:002017-01-12T23:46:36.373-06:00TIDE no R needed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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need a vacay from everything … mostly work. The good news is I finally made the
first move to completing my education, which was my goal when I came to this
company almost 3 years ago. Crazy how plans change huh? I need 2 vacations, 1
with my friends who I almost never see anymore (maybe the dude) and one just in
my apartment by myself (no dude) with about 50 books. It was such a bad idea
for me to schedule myself for all these damn hours. Tide is not a good look for
me. I need to do my hair, some skin treatments, I need to sleep, and I’m moody
as hell. I go from wanting to punch somebody in the face to crying all in 24
hours. I am stressed the f...ummm freak out!! And wouldn’t you know it, on my off day I have agreed to have my niece
and God-daughter over for food and movies…… the stupid things we do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-34840551681936757142016-12-31T19:00:00.000-06:002017-01-12T23:27:07.364-06:00uuuuggggggggggggggggg<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dudes play more games then females.... That is all</span> .................<br />
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-46936890159187994892016-12-31T08:00:00.000-06:002016-12-31T08:00:13.883-06:00Happy Day!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's New Year's Eve!! I don't have any resolutions, nothing that I just have to do, or be this year that's going to make this year better than the rest. My plan? continue to be me and better. #muah </span></div>
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-57312208998810634932016-12-13T12:49:00.000-06:002016-12-13T12:49:01.645-06:00Just Me .....Repost from '09 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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crazy how people have so many issues with themselves that they push them off on
you. I'm a big girl, a fat girl and to be real I always have been. I'm not
going to lie and say that over the years that I haven't ever felt sad or
depressed about my weight that would be stupid. I know people...well women...
who weigh half of what I do and have issues with their weight so there is no
way that I'm going to say that every day I feel perfect just the way I am, I
don't. But I do love myself and I have so many more good days then bad, if you
were to ask a member of my family or a close friend of mine they will no doubt
tell you that I think the world of me, fat and all. :)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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up fat wasn't easy at home and certainly not at school. I'm one of five and
three of my siblings are male and older than me so some days home was worse than
school. And I didn't even mention my crazy uncle who till this day still calls
me Cushy (as in cushion) and makes jokes every time I see him. No it was not
easy being a fat little girl at all, but I did it. It was a part of who I was and
as hard as it was I'm grateful for the tears just as much as I am for the smiles
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the time I started school I was more than a little used to being teased with
brothers who were three, four, and five years older than me (and my crazy
uncle) I had just about heard every insult an overweight child could hear so I
was ready for school. I was a very quiet child in fact most of my friends now
wouldn't even believe it if they could see me then. Today I'm more than a
little confident with the woman that I am, but that doesn't mean that I can't
remember when I wasn't confident. I've always been a private person; I've never
really allowed people to see my feelings hurt no matter what. I still remember
crying silent tears in my pillow as a child, not talking to my mom or much of
anyone about anything that may have bothered me. To this day I still remember
the hurt I felt when my youngest brother insulted my appearance in my favorite
dress. I loved that dress it was pink and so pretty to me, but after that day I
never wore it again. I hid it in the bottom of a closet and didn't see it again
until I was well into my teens. From five till ten I silently listened to all
the insults and then one day I decided that I wasn't going to anymore. I don't
know what made that day different from all the others but it was and it changed
me. I was sitting in class listening to the endless laughs and jokes and then
suddenly I was defending myself. I had always defended myself with my brothers
but for the most part I didn't have to, the second my grandmother saw tears in
my eyes she would make them pay for whatever it was that they had done or said.
School was different I never spoke up for myself and bullies always seemed to
be aware when the teachers were out of earshot. But that day was different I
was tired of it. That day Pamieka who never had a thing to say, Pamieka who
always had an A in conduct got in a fight. That day was the first time that I
had ever really defended myself to anyone other than my brothers. And that day
was the beginning of my confidence. I got in another fight a year later with
the same boy but I never had a problem with anyone else at that school. At home
my brother still laughed and made jokes, they were still boys but I no longer
simply took what they dished out. One day while looking in the mirror I decided
that I wasn't just fat I was more. Every day after that for at least the next
two years I would look in the mirror and say " I'm gorgeous" and
every time my brothers would call me fat I would add to the end " and
gorgeous" Till this day I don't know what happened to make me start to do
that or to speak out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the time I reached high school my confidence had grown so much that I was no
longer simply saying "I'm gorgeous" I had started believing it. And I
had no problem letting people know just how much I thought of myself. You could
see it in my walk, hear it in my voice, and see it in my style. I was fat yes
but I was also beautiful, and I was not at all the sort of person who just sat
by and took insults. It simply wasn't me anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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wasn't allowed to date until I was sixteen (my grandmother wasn't having none
of that), but to be honest I didn't really need the restriction. I didn't have
a boyfriend until I was fifteen... about three weeks before I turned sixteen.
That 'relationship' lasted about 10 seconds. I didn't have another one until
about a year and a half later. That relationship turned out to be so much more than
the one before. That relationship showed me the ups and downs of love.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and the heartbreak I was lucky in love. I wasn't involved in a relationship
with someone who tore me down. Instead I fell in love with someone who was not
simply a friend but a best friend. Someone who never let a day go by without
telling me how pretty he thought I was and wasn't ashamed to tell me in front
of whoever was present. He didn't take away from my confidence he added to it.
It still makes me smile when I think of all the times he pulled me into his
arms to dance and sing "Pretty Brown Eyes" in his less then nice
singing voice while his friends looked on. That relationship ended with a lot
of tears but it set a standard for me. It helped me to realize what it was that
I wanted in a relationship... and what I didn't want. :) It helped me to expect
flowers just because, compliments and friendship in my relationships. It helped
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what I want and that's what I will have (it is soooo many crazies out here I
just want the one for me ...who's SANE). People still have a tendency to be
surprised when I step into the room with a handsome man who has a career, it's
crazy. My aunt can't seem to get over the fact that every time we hang out some
dude asks for my number, it's always funny to watch her. People really do act
like fat and ugly is the same word. I went out with a friend who really has a
banging body ... small waist big booty you know the works. We were sitting at a
table listening to the band and drinking our cute little drinks in the pretty
glasses..you know the ones... when two guys walked over both teachers. You
could have knocked her over with a feather when it was my name and number they
asked for, sista girl’s night was ruined. She just knew that it was her they
wanted to talk to after all I am "Fat". I still laugh when I think
about it. I promised she said about two sentences to me the rest of the night,
and those two were to shoot the dudes down. People have so many hang ups and
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">I believe in being happy, in working to find my own happy place everyday <span style="color: red;"><strong>regardless</strong></span> of what's happening in another person's life, home, or work, and regardless of what someone think, or say about me. </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><strong>I</strong></span> </span></span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">determine my happiness not anyone's words or feelings. Some people become so caught up in other's lives that they <em><strong>can't live their own.</strong></em> They become so driven to <strong><em><u><span style="color: red;">gossip</span></u></em></strong> or find out about your life that they don't realize how telling their actions are. <span style="color: blue; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Happy people, Content people... or even Confident people don't live this way.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">I am so <strong>fortunate </strong>that I'm not the kind of person who is worried about the Joneses and what they are doing or saying. I am so <strong>elated</strong> that I understand that my life is <span style="color: magenta; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">mine alone</span> and that I'm not the kind of person who concerns myself with what someone else does or may do. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">I am <strong>blessed</strong> that I am <strong>content</strong> in a way that doesn't prevent me from wanting, and dreaming of more. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">life goes on w/o you</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">slowly it seems but in reality no slower than when you were here</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">some moments change your life...loosing you changed mine</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">I'm not as care free w/o you</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">i don't laugh the same as I used to </span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">tears are hard to find but need to fall</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">I'm... harder w/o you</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">not soft or kind</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">my laugh taste bitter </span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">and I only laugh to find my tears</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">I don't have to say that I miss you</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">because they all know</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">they miss you too</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">I don't have to find anyone to share my pain</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">because left behind is a whole family who longs for you</span><br />
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-1953149495789831412015-03-10T01:06:00.002-05:002016-12-13T02:10:16.582-06:00Still Me! 3/10/15<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Has it really been over a year.. two, since I wrote anything here? Gosh!! Sooo hello blog.. I'm still me. Still fat in fact more fat but whatever. I know that I need to make major life changes to change that. I'm <span style="color: purple;">almost</span> not single. yeah blog world almost. I have been dating someone for the past month and a half and I am crazy feeling him. He's nice. He makes me laugh, and we talk for hours. I like being in his company. So what's the issue? well ummmm lol. He's 22... I'm 30. I'm at a point where I'm<u> kinda</u> ok with it, he being 8 years younger but it takes some getting used to and I'm sure we will face a bit of opposition from family. We shall see where this leads bolggers.<br />
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-66336392282814824482013-10-23T02:37:00.000-05:002016-12-13T03:41:08.372-06:00C.F.H.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: blue;">I don't remember anyone telling me that life would hurt this bad</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> sure they said it wasn't fair but no one ever mentioned this pain</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Life without you is more than hard </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">some days it's unbearable </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I no longer know what it feels like to not miss you </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">to not wake up or go to sleep without thinking about you.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> I no longer know how to get through a week without crying ... </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">tears falling one after another </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">like rain drops </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">sometimes too fast sometimes slow. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">the change in weather tells me that seasons have changed </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">but the pain in my soul has been the same everyday</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> since you left</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> it has been beyond hard without you. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">There seems to be no one who understands </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">even though I know others loved you.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> I don't want to pretend like everything is ok</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> or like you are only on a short trip.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> I want to cry, </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> yell out</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> hit something </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">until they understand that something is wrong. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">You didn't just take a drive</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> you wont be walking back in the doorway.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"> why cant they understand </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">it hurts when I talk about you</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> but it will kill me if I can't share my memories of you.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> Years haven't changed how much I miss you.... </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">It's fall again</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> leaves are changing,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> cool air is replacing the heat.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> I miss you most this time of year.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> I cry more</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> sleep less</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> your face fills my dreams </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">your laugh seems to float on the wind... </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">and I don't mind because my biggest fear</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> is that I'll wake up and not remember your face</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> that I'll forget your laugh </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">or the roughness of your hands.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> and I want to remember.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> I want to close my eyes and be able to see your smile.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"> the hard part of remembering you are the regrets... </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">all the things you didn't see</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">all the things you won't see</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I... </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">miss you</span></div>
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I miss sex bloggers, I really do. I miss touching a man's body and having him touch mine, and boy do I miss the kissing of.... well lets just say kissing lol. I don't want to go to far with this post. I miss having nice strong arms wrapped around me and the talking after the sex. In case you haven't caught on it has been a really long time since I had sex, in fact it has been years. Recently I had a conversation about sex with a guy and I almost found myself seriously thinking about the possibility of having sex again... and than I realized all the reasons I haven't had sex in years. I want more than just sex with someone whom I don't love. I want more than a fly by sexual encounter. I want more than just a sexual relationship. .. I deserve more. Whenever I tell a guy that I'm not sexually active they take it as a kind of dare, a challenge. They always think that they're going to be able to convince me to have sex. The one to 'get' it... wrong. There is no way that I'm going to allow myself to get involved with someone who only wants sex, someone who is not willing to simply get to know who I am. I don't want a relationship that's based on the physical. I want a relationship that is based on the heart. All that being said bloggers I still really miss sex.</div>
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I laughed today <br />
thought about you and felt joy in my heart<br />
got up early watched the sun rise<br />
walked on the dew wet grass and picked a flower all while thinking of you<br />
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I remember the roughness of you hand <br />
the loudness of your laugh<br />
I remember you<br />
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it's amazing how nothing else hurts as much as the loss of you<br />
how even as months turn into years I still miss you everyday just the same<br />
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the rumble of your voice <br />
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Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266241034096220837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329824154747913642.post-39639043293007635472012-10-20T00:53:00.002-05:002012-10-20T01:53:25.592-05:00Single girl...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I have said before bloggers dating is hard. I'm dating right now, not any 1 special guy in fact not 1 guy at all... more like more than one. I'm not cheating or anything I'm simply dating. If one of them becomes more than simply a date than maybe I'll just date 1. A few months back I started to feel ... too single. I really just felt like I wasn't putting myself out there enough... and to be frank I started to simply miss hanging out with guys. So here I am bloggers dating. The hard thing with dating for me is that I simply don't believe the lines. I don't even want to hear them. I always simply want to go from the early morning text "GM Beautiful" and the before bed time text of 'GN Sweetie' to the real conversations, the dreams, and life, and ... everything. The problem is that it seems that you have to go through the motions to get there. Another problem for me is the lies. I can't stand guys who won't stop saying things that aren't true. I tend to be really honest with men I just don't understand why they can't do the same for me... Anyway it's late... work tomorrow...date tomorrow, and than a drink with the girls.... hope he doesn't turn out to be psycho..but with my luck with men......</div>
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I'm 29 smarter than many, beautiful in my spirit, and kind in my soul. Am I the most intelligent? No. The sweetest? No. Am I always right? .... NO. But who I am is someone who knows what I want, what I need, and what I deserve, and I am smart enough to know when those things aren't the same thing. At 20 there was alot that I was willing to accept from people.... At 25 a little less... and now both those times in my life are worlds away. I would rather be single than to be with someone who doesn't deserve ME. ... for everything that I am... fun, lame, crazy, mean, insecure, nice, selfish, honest, faithful, confident, selfless... ME. You NEVER have to like me but this is me, and I'm ok with that. I have overcome so many hurt feelings, so much self doubt that I am not at all willing to let any but the best in my life. Everyone else in the world should feel the same way. YOU are too good for drama, and too much for nonsense. YOU are a better person than to allow people who aren't good for you in your life!<br />
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I have been running into people who have made me rethink my past, my future and my present. I ran into an old friend who I'm not friends with anymore, a ex-boyfriend who at one time was a good friend and an old co-worker who is doing really well now and it just made me think bloggers...(I also had a run in with a crazy) about my life and me. Anyway ... Smile Still Bright.... Lets start this day again... the right way <strong>"Thank you God ... for EVERYTHING"</strong></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>I need a new city. This one has lousy fishing.</strong> </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">fishing with my right hand throwing them back with my left</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">another one caught another one not good enough</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Maybe its me and not the fish</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">my pole is too long... not long enough</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Maybe I'm in the wrong river. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Maybe I need a lake.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Happy day bloggers</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I so need a new job I am over the one I have. New plan of action fill out a new application every day until I'm somewhere else. Weight... do we even have to go there... lets not.. really people it's bad, maybe I'll have better news in a week. Found a new workout buddy I think this one is a keeper, we shall see. It is so hard to find someone who will actually workout .. not that I need a partner if I want this I can do it all by myself, but company is nice. Love update... read above... something is just not working for me there bloggers. I just want a honest cute, smart, tall, guy to spend some time with, get to know, get married to, have sex with, and have a baby with that's all ....where is he universe. Life update... sick of school but it is a mission I must complete, I need a new place, a fun-cation and than a vacation, and I need my friends to jump on the not lame, fun train. *My smile is in place</span><br />
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I need to find a church bloggers. A for real church where people believe in GOD and aren't just there for show. A church where people are living everyday like it's Sunday and not drunk, cussing and partying up until it's time to go to church and than again after the sermon is over. </div>
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