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| Once upon a time there was a twenty something year old writer
with an on/off again relationship with Xanga. Her first relationship
was called KimIsLaughing - and it lasted quite a while. It produced
hundreds of posts - some humorous and some more thought provoking. It
drew a lot of attention, some would say too much. Eventually she
decided she'd had enough. She shut it down and left it all behind.
Soon
she felt the itch to blog again and started up another relationship -
this time with I_Call_Shotty. The relationship was doomed from the
start - the username was too cumbersome to type. Her third relationship
with Xanga was under Kiiiim. This relationship lasted longer than
I_Call_Shotty, but again she grew tired and drifted to MySpace for a
few months. When MySpace proved to be a general disappointment in the
blogging department, she returned to Xanga, this time with
LovesToWrite. LovesToWrite only lasted 6 months before the writer
decided it wasn't enough.
"I
think we should see other people. I don't want to live under this name
anymore. I feel restrained. Writing is not my only love. I want more
freedom, I'm sorry."
With that KimNeyer was born. The
twenty something year old writer would no longer be restrained to a
monogamous xanga relationship. She would dare to hold two accounts: one
as a creative writing outlet (LovesToWrite) and the other for
everything else (KimNeyer). After all, a blog by any other name would
read just as sweet.... or would it? | | |
| My 1/4 cup measuring cup fell in the bottom of the dishwasher and melted!!!
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| I'm doing a LOT of laundry tonight.... and playing cribbage with Eric... and possibly going bowling. Sounds like a ton of fun - minus the laundry!! 
Top Ten Worst Chores
- Unclogging the shower drain
- Laundry
- Dishes
- Making the bed
- Putting laundry away
- Paying/filing bills
- Laundry
- Dishes
- Going to the bank
- Grocery shopping
Tonight I watched Big Trouble. It was a pretty funny movie - but I'm sure glad I watched the TV version because I heard a lot of nothing, considering they muted most of the swear words. Ha...
And now I'm off to do #2, #5, and #7 on my list. | | |
| It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken." With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence. All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. | | |
| "Did you get the confession?"
"No."
"What do you mean 'no?' Garrison, I know that woman in there! She's just barely twenty. From Beverly Hills for God's sake! You can't get one piece of information out of her?!" Mason huffed, "I'm going in there."
Mason moved into the other room where Garrison had been interrogating her. She was strapped to a chair. Blood was trickling from a puncture wound on her knee cap. Her eyes were cold and her face was hardened, still beautiful.
"You act as though I've never been under the knife before," she lashed with a brief spark in her eye.
"Miss Cathaway, you were involved in a serious crime. You are going to suffer for it unless you decide to be a little more compliant. I suggest you drop the cover and just tell us what we already know!"
She crossed her legs, wincing only slightly, and tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder with a quick snap of her head to the left. Mason leaned towards her, brushed her cheek with the back of his fingertips and held his lips close to hers as he barely spoke above a whisper.
"Dear Cameron, how did you become so beautiful? So graceful under fire..." he muttered with a twinge of sarcasm. "Oh yes, now I remember... it all began with a single meeting in my office only two years ago." Her brilliant white teeth were just about to clamp onto his bottom lip when he jerked his face from hers, grabbed her jaw with his hand and firmly held held it up, admiring his handiwork. "You may not be afraid of knives or needles, but there is one thing you are most definitely afraid of."
Cameron merely stared. Mason carefully picked up a pen, still holding Cameron Cathaway by the jaw.
"I hate to do this, Cameron, I really do." Mason said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"There is nothing you can say or do to get me to talk," Cameron scowled.
"Are you so sure?" Mason drew the familiar dotted lines around her pretty features. "I'm going to take away the one thing that matters to you," Mason said, now looking slightly amused.
"And what would that be, Dr. Mason?" Cameron sneared. "Are you going to continue to play tic tac toe on my face?" Cameron started laughing coldly. "You'll never get a word out of me."
"Your beauty."
Cameron froze, then her pretty little mouth opened up into a wide, distorted, shrilling scream as she writhed from head to toe, convulsing.
"I'll tell you what you want to know!"
"It's too late, Miss Cathaway," Mason said as though speaking to a young child. "I think I'll start with the most expensive part of your face - your nose," Mason laughed. "Now hold still, sweetheart, I really don't feel like cleaning up the mess." He picked up a scalpel and held it to the right nostril.
"You're sick! You are SICK! " Cameron screamed.
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"You did what?"
"I got the confession," Mason said with a bored tone.
"Is she still alive?"
"Garrison, I'm a doctor, not a murderer. But I do suppose she won't be for long. I can't quite predict how she'll react. I left my instruments near her chair. They're quite accessible, and not by mistake, either. She was very attractive, but unfortunately there are no plastic surgeries for making the heart more beautiful, else I would have done that one for free," Mason chuckled.
"Dr. Mason. React to what?" Garrison asked, bewildered.
Mason looked closely at Garrison for a moment.
"Well looking like the rest of us, of course."
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