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Hey all.

Since my 3rd quarter has started at PC, I won’t be able to do my “blogwork” over here daily as I should.  I’m still keeping this blog up and running for the occasional spurt of ingenuity, but to keep up with my daily goings-on, head over to:

www.traciemae.blogspot.com

see ya there!

keep it real, keep it bloghetto.

Chapter 1 – The Beginning

Naked, leaning against the bathroom wall, she just realized what would happen today – her boyfriend’s funeral.  He was gone.  She couldn’t stop him from getting in the car that night and now he’s gone.  She tasted the salty tears as she curled her hair.  She looked at herself in the mirror as if she wanted to see more.  She did.  She wanted to see him again.  She wanted to look into his eyes and hear him say, “I love you,” again.  And then he did.

In her head she heard him; it was clear as day.  “I love you Mia,” again she heard it, though, this time it wasn’t him.  After slipping on a robe she opened the bathroom door and saw him.  Some guy she’d met after Ray died.  She’d felt vulnerable and needy.  Last night she just wanted someone to love her, love all over her, all night long.  Tequila did the trick and this new face turned into Ray.  Mia thought she had dreamt her love making session with Ray, but in fact, she had been making love to…

“Uhm, I’m sorry.  I don’t remember your name.” She asked with her head lowered.

“That’s funny, you screamed it all night long.  My name is Raymond.” He said.

Mia finally looked up at his face, “Ray?”

“That’s right.”  He smiled.

It wasn’t her Ray.

Mia dropped to her knees in disbelief.  Why would she do this to herself?  She not only felt like she’d just cheated on her Ray, but now she’d invited this other Raymond into her bed.  In the fetal position on the kitchen floor, crying hysterically, the new Raymond seemingly understood.  As he picked her up to take her back to the bed she wondered what she had told him in order for him to be so kind. 

Apartment Landscaping

Design Day

So as far as designing something goes.  It’s kinda hard for me to just up and say HEY DESIGN A [fill in the blank]!  So I decided to try to start designing something that I actually might need in the future.  My website.

I looked up domain names and traciemae.com was still available.  So was tracieroberson.com but that’s just blah.  My granddaddy used to call me Tracie Mae.  Mae is not now, nor has it ever been my middle name, but that was what he called me.  I thought it was cute.  I’m going with it, don’t crap on my parade here. 

 I started sketching out how I’d want to write my new “logo.”  Here’s a little bit of that -

 

Then I thought about the actual page – what would it look like? 

I love my diary and even though I haven’t written in it in a couple months, I still think it’s beautiful.

 So I thought, what if my website looked like a diary or a notebook of some sort.  I just like the look of the diary with the ribbon down the side and the embroidery. 

 Here’s my diary -

“A” poem

For not opening doors

For throwing the remote at me

For the lies you told

For making me believe

For being impossible to please

For saying harsh things

For not believing in chivalry

You should be sorry

For taking me for granted

For everything I did for you

For tears I cried

For ignoring the issues

For bitching on vacations

For birthdays with no gift

For being so nice in the beginning

For being an asshole in the end

For tearing me down every chance you got

For fat jokes that hurt my soul

For squeezing the toothpaste from the top

For never rinsing plates and bowls

For the $20 I loaned you AFTER we broke up

For never killing bugs

For acting like you didn’t give a fuck

For doing things that shouldn’t have been done

For sending me half naked pictures

(I bet your next girl doesn’t know)

For saying you still love me

For love that rarely showed

For being my everything

For making me think I’d be your wife

For me being so dispensable to you

For wasting 7 years of my life

APOLOGIZE.

New word Monday

New word: Thimblerig

definition:

*1 : to cheat by trickery

2 : to swindle by a trick in which a small ball or pea is quickly shifted from under one to another of three small cups to fool the spectator guessing its location

Uhm yeah so I wrote this really lame story about this dude who got thimblerigged the whole day, and he even played the thimblerig (3 cups and a pea) game; it wasn’t working for me.  I wanted this day to be personal essay day, not fiction writing.  So hey, at least we all learned a new word.  As for the story, give me a break…it’s my first day.  Didn’t mean to thimblerig anybody.