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I’m grateful for a family that brought me up with class, dignity, manners, and respect. And that all those political debates over dinner taught me how to win one without ever calling anyone a name or a four-letter word.

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I’m grateful for education. More grateful than I could ever express and the most grateful of all for that Women’s Studies course (that I thought was a history class) that rocked my world and truly showed me what discrimination and bigotry are and how they exist in the world–in my world–in the here and now.

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My dream job would be the Hillary Clinton For President’s Top Social Media Adviser. Of course I would be out of work in 98 days . . .

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If I could travel anywhere right now, it would be to super artsy Vancouver. Plus I hear there is tons of stuff to do and I know some people currently vacationing there.

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I don’t need a fantasy pet. I already have the BEST. PET. EVER. #hillarythecat Featured below sleeping on my pillow when I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was sleep on my pillow.

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Nothing annoys me more than guys who I don’t know well direct messaging me on Facebook to say “hello.” If you have something of value to say, that’s different, but there are plenty of online dating sites out there, I suggest you join one and leave me the hell alone.

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Believe it or not, I am probably the only person alive with no official “Bucket List.” Liked the movie but it did not inspire me to make a list.

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1. I am grateful to have such wonderful sliblings.

2. My dream job is to be an Author.

3. LAS VEGAS! I just need some fun right now and I bet I will when I am in Vegas.

4. Huskies! They are just so adroable.


OMG they are all so cute! I WANT THEM ALL!

Hey there buddy. How are ya doin?

5. I bite;)

6. To go to the San Deigo Comic Con!!! I want visit all the panels and get to meet all my favourite Authors and Actors. And make new friends!

-Riji

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SoCS: Stream of Consciousness Saturday…in that one second…

***This post is part of SoCS: ‘Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “second.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!’ (Hill, Linda G., 7/22/16)***

The first thought that came to my mind regarding the word ‘second’ was second place and my childhood. The swim meets, basketball games, volleyball games, all sports played at a competitive level at a high priced, snooty, private Christian school. But we didn’t come in second place. I didn’t come in second place. It’s all about the win.

My mind has moved on to that one second two nights ago that–that half a second, really–where I stepped the wrong way.

Déjà vu is coming upon me because last week I wrote if I had basically just taken a minute to do something else, my back wouldn’t be injured, and today if I had not just stepped the wrong way in that second my face wouldn’t look like this:

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Maybe You Have Not Been Terrorized

I am an American. A White American. I obey the law, I spend a lot of time doing normal things. I used to have a bad drinking problem but I wasn’t someone who became violent when I drank. I have been terrorized, taunted, disrespected, and otherwise treated like trash by the police. Quite frankly, I can’t stand law enforcement and I am very numb to their tragedies.

People might think this is an insensitive time to write this, but people die every day and we are in the middle of a national tragedy and a national discussion.

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday

If I had some sense of direction…others tell me I just need to try harder to read maps, practice longer, blase, blah. I’ve tried and tried and tried and tried. After that I tried some more. If I had just gotten there on time. Hell, if I just managed to stay in the same county I was going to go to. If hadn’t taken that one wrong turn which in Tampa can mean going all the way across Tampa Bay and this wrong turn did.  If I had stopped for directions or gas or I don’t know, a slurpee, I wouldn’t have been driving right beside that truck. Then I wouldn’t have had him hit me when he swung into my lane for some god awful, unexplainable, life-changing reason. Then he wouldn’t have smashed my car to smithereens and not gotten a scratch on his as he drove one of those huge, freight trucks. Then he wouldn’t have permanently damaged the L4 and L5 sections of my lower back, tearing part of the tissue wide open and away from my spine so everything comes out and rubs my spine and becomes inflamed. Then he wouldn’t have lied to the police and said it was my fault. Then when I figured out I was injured, I wouldn’t have gone to doctors who did x-rays and said you’re fine, there’s no breaks and gone to chiropractors and physical therapist and finally requested an MRI. Then when the results of the damage came back, I wouldn’t have been referred to a pain clinic where they they put me on opiates, yes, dangerous, addictive opiates, and started to do spinal tap procedures where they injected steroids as nerve blockers in my lower back and tailbone. Then I wouldn’t have those first few days after where I was horribly irritable from the steroids and in pain from the surgery. If one of those dreaded fat needles bearing irritation-producing steroids hadn’t gone in my tailbone two days ago, I wouldn’t have chewed out my landlord for a variety of what I felt to be justified issues this morning. Then I wouldn’t be sitting here, irritated, in pain, and now feeling like a real piece of shit.

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