http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/prettysick/Sometimes I write.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/prettysick/465527I had a friend, she’s dead now. I like to say that out front so no one will ask where she is today, but probably will start wondering how she died. To that, I have no answer, but if I were to make an educated guess, I’d start from looking into the fact that she was promiscuous, a whore, and might...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/prettysick/463596Dearest, I’ve really missed you. I remember you said something about growing up and having a house of your own. Maybe in the midst of a great city with lights, looking down, seeing umbrellas, looking up. Don’t you think rain is absurd? But then, time is, too. Even the word “absurd” is absurd; it...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/prettysick/461013I thought about taking her out on a holiday, but that was before the night of my break down. Oh, yes, I still planned to give her everything I had; a good life, seek adventures every other day, perhaps to amusement parks and haunted houses- that sort of things. Carnivals? Maybe. Couldn’t really...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/prettysick/459212Sunday Morning You wouldn't think I'd wait for her like this, would you? Sitting at the edge of the chair, mouth open, escaping heat, and unreasonable anger. It's early in the morning. I've been shaken up by the thought of her at 6:30AM, on a cold Sunday morning. I don't think I have anything too...