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welcome to wifedom “ How pitiful and inveterate the way We view the paths by which our lives descended From the far past down to the present day And fancy those contingencies intended, A secret destiny planned in advance Where what is done is as it must be done For us alone. When really it's all chance And the special one might have been anyone.”  ~ Jolielaide  |
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welcome back!
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1/28/2009 5:47 pm |
Good to see you back.  Good night. Ahh how sweet, are you offering a ring?     within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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welcome back!  ~ Jolielaide
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Good to see you back. Good night. Ahh how sweet, are you offering a ring?  ~ Jolielaide
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we have ten fingers tsoko dear ~ Jolielaide
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i remember i have a lot of wedding rings but this is the first time i wear one ~ Jolielaide
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1/29/2009 4:29 pm |
yes i'm giving away mine within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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Is it discounted, libre or at a cost?  ~ Jolielaide
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...on who's asking ~ Jolielaide
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the chance is big ~ Jolielaide
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2/1/2009 12:06 am |
don't welcum me!!!no way!      
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but i think you're on your way ~ Jolielaide
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been thinking about it for 2 years ~ Jolielaide
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there is no easy way ~ Jolielaide
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2/3/2009 11:05 am |
Is it discounted, libre or at a cost? within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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jane... they must have hold up my comment to your comment ~ Jolielaide
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uhhmmm who else...? depends who's asking ~ Jolielaide
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am i forgiven now ~ Jolielaide
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2/6/2009 8:31 am |
am i forgiven now What for?  Perhaps I was.  within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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for overlooking important things like comments ~ Jolielaide
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among so many other things ~ Jolielaide
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2/8/2009 12:10 pm |
for overlooking important things like comments You'll have to try harder to make me cross these days. within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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wow! am i privilige or what ~ Jolielaide
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The vain has been cut. nothing else can be done. just watch my eyes as i slowly die. laugh at my cry. kill me with a smile. cut my life short as i pour out crimson blood. don't change your mind as dead skin falls from my heart. leave me alone or end me right. shove the pain in my soul too tight. so i can't breathe or think so i can try to let go hopelessly. kill me with a smile. make me scream anger and shake my rage wild drive me insane. drown me in pain. if you can't do it,let me. i'll fly away free. seal my heart,tear me apert rip me to shreds. look at my face when im dead. stare and just think, of what else you could have done to me. ~ Jolielaide
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I spent all day preparing; I wanted things to be just right; . I baked, I prepped and I dusted; I wasn’t looking for a fight But in through the door he came, moody as best I could tell Why do I even bother? This evening was going to be pure Hell. But I had dinner ready, as I always do at five. He sat down and started eating. He barely knows I’m alive I prepared myself for what’s to come, the insults and the mean stuff I desperately wanted out of this marriage, please God I’ve had enough But I knew I couldn’t leave, at least not for a while I’d have to stay and get a good one in…God, THAT would make me smile So just like clockwork, the ragging began…I knew just what he’d say He started in on my casserole. He said it tasted like hay Next, he said my biscuits were too hard and that they tasted “fake” He said they were greasy and heavy, too…not like “his momma” used to make Then, my coffee was mocked and so was my gravy; he even hated my peas He spat them out and started to gag and said “This is crap! Take this, PLEASE!!” So, I removed his plate and the insults still came. He made fun of way I clean. He said, “This house is filthy. My mom would disapprove. Now that lady was a queen!!” His mom, his sainted mother…that’s all I’ve ever heard. But I just sat there letting him talk, I’d have the very last word. “You don’t do this, you don’t do that. You sure as hell can’t make a decent stew!!” “You can’t cook and you can’t clean, not like my momma used to do!” Well, THAT was the last straw, I was livid and hurt. This man was certainly no prize. I stood there, I got so mad; tears filled my big brown eyes. My mind was spinning, my brain was on fire and my rage was building, too So, I turned and smacked the shit out of him…… Just like his Momma used to do.. ~ Jolielaide
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