I can still consider this writing to you, even if it’s on a piece of note paper. My lawyer said it would be fine to take notes while everyone talks.
I really don’t know what all the fuss is about. Mr. Idiot was breaking the law…fine, by-law. But still a rule is a rule.
Can I help it that dad taught me how to throw darts. He just never could teach me how to aim. I truly was aiming for the idiots’ bum. Never meant to hit his neck, let alone the jugular.
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What are Roaming Ideas?
…random writings from now back to teen years
…writings free of editing and second looks
…pumps to my creative well
…shut downs and locking away of the critical mind
What are Overly Done Paragraphs?
…more description then is ever needed
…snapshots of possibilites
What are Dear Diary?
…inserting myself into a fictional character, where does the path take me