It is so quiet in the world of blogs and blogging lately.  Seriously, my reader is humming Silent Night every time I open it.  Nobody has a thing to say and those who do are too busy to say it. Here, too. Between work and running around, preparing for the holiday and shopping for the gifts and

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…that I notice while sipping tea.

In no specific order of importance.

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It’s not that there isn’t sex going on around here. There is.  It’s just that I have no desire to write about sexy stuff.  Maybe not ever again. I should probably just make a vanilla blog, eh? Nah, this is my home and I’ll write what I want. Anyhow… Lots of fun going on. Summer

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So, the other day, we were watching American Idol — shut up.  I like it. Leave me alone. — and there was a girl wearing a skeleton key as a necklace and I was like, wow, that’s pretty.  It wasn’t a fancy one, wasn’t a bejewelled one, just a skeleton key on a leather thong.

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So my stress level lately is off the fucking charts. It’s hard to explain why, hard to pinpoint any one thing as it all seems to build up. Most days, I can’t even tell if the thing I’m feeling stressed about is actually what I am stressed about. You know what I mean?  Like you

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So now I’m sitting here, knowing I should write a review but my coffee mug is stone cold and my brain is just… tired.

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Seemingly endless days where the sun is shining, a breeze is blowing, the clock is ticking slowly, the coffee is flowing freely, strong and dark. The music keeps me company while I sit outside, keeping Taylor company while he tinkers with the bike.

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Weekend? Fantastic. Work after a three day weekend? Insane.

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So, anyhow. I was insane busy today and when I finally stopped and looked at the clock and realized it was almost five and I hadn’t eaten and I was feeling like shit, I hit the pause button.

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…some words from Taylor. Cuz that man can twist my heart and make me cry and wring a smile out of me even when I’m crabby with his words. Hot. The kinda hot where your shoes get soupy, and yer underwear get… Well never mind those. The sting of summer on my skin, like a good friend

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