“It’s true that love can be hard on a person—the act of loving someone the way they need to be loved instead of how you want to love them, I mean. It takes a lot of effort to make someone else’s desires and troubles your own. You have to want it more than anything. And you have to want it whether they notice or not. Because that’s the nature of the thing: to care so much that it doesn’t matter if they ever reciprocate. If you really feel that way, you can’t hurt them. You just can’t. And when they hurt you, you forget it right away.”

The past several weeks have been......... well, let’s say interesting. You remember the old Chinese curse about living in interesting times? Yeah......... interesting.

A few years ago I noticed a mole on the back of my left shoulder, just above the scapula. It was unfortunately in a location that was visible in certain styles of clothing (annoyingly and unflatteringly so), and over time it became large enough that it occasionally caught on my bra strap or rubbed on my clothing uncomfortably.

Long story short, I decided to give bitwarden a try

I'm looking for a story that I read on here some time ago but I never thought to book market.

The story begins as always with a young boy who happens to be the town Tara who lives with his grandparents that just doesn't care. The Grandparents win in a vacation somewhere and leaves him with the next door neighbour and their daughter. Down to the fact of their daughter leaves her underwear in her dressing jacket and he has none decides to put it on and find that out who he really is.

I am looking for a story that I read a few years ago. I cant remember the name of the main charter but it had to do with a kid in school that was kidnapped by some jocks and transformed into a girl so that one of the jocks had a girl to take to the prom. I believe they were on the football team. They even made it so he could not talk with some kind of glue to his lips. I hope that is enough information to find this story. I also dont remember if i read it hear or on FM. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Charlotte

Thank you for being patient!

on the computer front!

My granddaughter gave her old laptop to her aunt. It's an Asus D550M. My granddaughter hasn't used the computer in over a year. When I fired it up to do the setup for the new owner, I kicked me to the Bios Screen and I found the battery was so low the clock had lost its time keeping. So I set it the time and date. I was then able to get into the computer, not thinking about what was going to happen when I restarted the computer. I uninstalled a program and it wanted to restart the computer.

those, 2-3 days difference really do make February feel short!

of the new, full edition of On The Edge!

You ever have one of those days? One of those days where you can feel things slipping through the fingers of your mind? Where you can feel the wheels just spinning apart? Yeah........

“I’m afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it.” Kubrick’s HAL said it for me....... yep Dave, I can feel it and I’m afraid.

but hopefully not too much will fall.

- well it got your attention at least!

So, I found some poetry that I wrote last year, and it lit a spark to write more, and I have an idea for a story!

My question is : I'm toying with including song lyrics at the beginning of each chapter, but am not sure on the best way to format it. I was thinking of doing it as part of chapter titles, similar to a subtitle. Or using it to start the beginning of each chapter. I want to use it to draw readers in.

If anyone has ideas...

I wish I knew!

an icy wind but I think all the snow got snaffled up further east!

Between working remotely (the recent snow storm to hit the east coast resulted in our offices being closed for the past two days) and clearing snow, I starting thinking about the friends and acquaintances I haven’t or heard from in the past year. We are coming up on 12 months since the pandemic hit the shutdown phase, and we began to lose track of a lot of people.

This was really pointed out to me as I was looking for a story to read this evening. While going through my bookmarks, I noticed several stories by Elsbeth.

OK, First world, whiny bitch time. I'm worse than an out of touch, entitled, suburban house wife. I'm a sometimes wanabe, out of touch, entitled, suburban house wife. Just call me Karen. Go figure. Here goes anyway. See ya on the other side.

for a new Gaby volume coming on Jan 27th!

but on foot, no sleigh!

its not been a bad week so far.

or something like that.

I'll put a CAUTION on this. I'm likely to get pretty dark. Somewhere in here I expect to dig into existential angst. You have been warned,

has passed, but we're still eating leftovers!