Crazy can’t save you from cancer.

By Mrs. Messiness, on August 20th, 2009%

There was no end to the excuses I would let my grandmother get away with. I would nod when she told me stories, nod when she got them backwards, nod when she called me by my mothers’ name.

I believed everything she said – every time she spoke, because she was an anomaly to me. She was . . . → Read More: Crazy can’t save you from cancer.

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Being ‘Better’

By Mrs. Messiness, on July 27th, 2009%

I have not taken a drink of alcohol in 2 years, 2 weeks and 2 days, as of today.
I have not smoked a cigarette in over a year and a half.
I don’t smoke pot or take pills or even use Nyquil.

I get nervous when my allergies act up because it means I might . . . → Read More: Being ‘Better’

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There are no monsters in Texas & the streets are paved with chocolate.

By Mrs. Messiness, on May 26th, 2009%

A long long time ago, on another planet (it seems), my whole world took a turn for the insane. I’ve only sat one person down in the whole world and explained what happened from beginning to end. He knows what I mean when I say ‘the stalker’. He knows that I refer to . . . → Read More: There are no monsters in Texas & the streets are paved with chocolate.

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