Sarah YES you quite possibly are. And for some reason I just do not trust hormonal birth control. I know too many women who have had cysts, internal bleeding, and miscarriages to allow drugs to mess with mother nature like that. That ish CRAY. Unless it were to significantly change the way I function as a human being I would not consider it for myself.Am I the only woman on tumblr who has an easy period? I read these things and laugh bc I don’t have these problems. Haven’t had them since I’ve had an IUD.
If you can, get a new birth control ladies.
- 24th May
2012 - 24
- 2nd May
2012 - 02
Shanelle Gabriel, I feel like going on
An extremely talented stand-up poet.
- 1st May
2012 - 01
Pillow fights and starry nights
My love for my family
Has ingredients three:
My Mommy, my Daddy,
And little ole me.
And if you were to come ask me,
What is worth remembering:
What’s so special, what’s the key?
I tell you, it’s the little things:
Pillow fights and starry nights
Tears because of tickle fights.
Jumping jacks and hula hoops
When sick, I get noodled soup,
Twister, Scrabble, Candyland,
Making castles in the sand.
Tumbling over on the rug
Mommy’s kisses, Daddy’s hugs
Rainy days spent undercovers
Tasty cookies from my mother.
Saturday morning freezes time:
Land of pretend, fantasy sublime.
Running till our cheeks turn blue
Toes curling in the dew.
All these beautiful memories I see
Are made within my family.
Tried to write from a perspective of a 3 year old, what you think?
- 30th April
2012 - 30
The Sleepover
Laina leaned out over the edge of the bed, and peered into Mal’s eyes. “So? What’s YOUR creepy story?”
It was the last Friday night of the month, and as usual, the girls—Laina, Mal, Jocelyn, and Cissy—got together to gossip about boys, life, and other girls. They were talking about stupid guys who hit on them, whether on the street, in school or wherever. It was Mal’s turn to dish.
“So I was on my way back from meeting my stepdad in the city, back in February, I had a hard time finding a cab to get there. You know, it being rush hour and all. A limo driver stops in front of me, and asks, ‘Hey, where are you going? I am just waiting in between work shifts, I can scoop up a couple of extra bucks.’ “
The girls leaned forward in anticipation. Mal hesitated, then continued.
“I was not headed to an unreasonable destination, so I told him where I was headed. ‘I can take you there,’ he said.”
“You didn’t—” Cissy began, before she was shushed by everyone else.
“I did. I got in. I had never been in a limo before. The interior was quite nice. We made the typical small talk you would make with a cab driver. But after about 5 minutes of driving, he said, ‘Okay, I would like to get to know you better. The REAL you. The good, the bad, and the ugly.’
The anticipation on the girls’ faces had disappeared, and in its place had taken real horror.
“Oh dear God, I thought. Not one of those types. By the end of the ride he revealed to me that he enjoyed oral sex and wanted to know my lingerie sizes. What a gentleman.” Mal finished her story with an air of indifferent sarasm.
“What was WRONG with you! You could have gotten hurt!” shouted Laina. The others nodded in argeement.
” Well thank God I got out of that cab in one piece. The whole time, I thought to myself, how could I have made such a stupid mistake?” Mal sighed. “But, he made no false moves or anything.”
“Really? Not one?” Cissy said.
“Well, she is right here so duh!!” Jocelyn said. The girls laughed, and the evening continued.
Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, Mal replayed the events of what really happened in her mind. As she did so, she wept silent tears, and rocked herself to sleep.
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- 27th April
2012 - 27
Laid Off
Emeril did not usually notice how crowded his Dell computer screen had become over the years. Except for this morning. On this morning, he was assigned to clean up his desktop.
He was assigned to do this because he was being laid off.
His desktop was the last thing he needed to clean off. He came in earlier than everyone else that day so he could get the majority of his things without being bothered by co-workers—now, former co-workers, he realized. Still, nine o’ clock came around, and his co-workers slowly streamed in. Now, they looked on forlornly as he scuffled out of the office. The yellow walls suddenly looked less bright, the brown carpeet more muddied.
On his way out, his boss told him to stop by. “Well, it was good having you. If you ever need anything, just let us know!” As though he truly meant that. Emeril gave a sort of fake smile, and forced a good-bye. He hurried his way out of the office and onto the street.
As he soaked in the natural sunlight, Emeril felt a little lighter. After all, he was finally away from the pitying eyes and sorrowful looks.
Where to now? Emeril thought. It was only 10:30 in the morning, far too early to go home. His wife, upset about the lay-off, would just pester him with all sorts of questions he was not emotionally ready to handle yet.
Central Park. That was it. He would go to Central Park to clear his mind, and think awhile. He got on the M66 bus headed east, paid his fare and sat in a window seat. He heaved a sigh that released a tension he did not know was there.
