I knew this would happen. You probably thought I was crazy and insecure when I worried about refilling my sleeping pills at Wal-Mart, but this proves me right. Because the doctor didn't know how they'd work for me (and because the nature of abuse from some people) she prescribed just ...
. Read More →There are a few things I hate more in life than "newlywed" blogs that gush about how somehow signing a piece of paper has changed their world and commercials for audio bible books that talk about there "realistic" reenactments. Guess what I'm reading and guess what commercial is on during the ...
. Read More →I’m now 25 and seven days old (don’t worry, this will get old as soon as I hit double digit days) and things seem to be getting better, more organized. I’ve been dealing with horrible bout of insomnia but, at the advice of Tweeps and friends, I decided to give ...
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Haunted on Bourbon Street by Deanna Chase
