Written on my hand this morning when I woke up:
I don't know what to do.
I hate me. I hate cancer.
I love men in sweater vests.
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Ms. Alexander
Patricia is a feverish writer of literary nonsense and an indie filmmaker. She haunts the stacks of your favourite bookstore, sips coffee at the local beanery, and collects journals of random scribbles.
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Dean Koontz says, "Writing isn't a source of pain. It's psychic chemotherapy. It reduces your psychological tumors and relieves your pain." If that is true, then welcome to my clinic.
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Read in 2011
- Tumbling Blocks by Earlene Fowler
- Scarpetta Factor by Patricia Cornwell
- Mars and Venus on a Date by John Grey
- Invisible People by Will Eisner
- Contract with God by Wil Eisner
- Quilts Made Modern by Weeks Ringle
- Mind Hunter by John Douglas
- Fresh Quilting by Malka Dubrawsky
- One Day by David Nicholls
- The Next Big Thing by Johanna Edwards
- The Rules by Sherrie Schneider
- Mars and Venus on a Date by John Grey
- Scarpetta by Patricia Cornwell
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- A night with Cancer
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- Dancing around my small apartment by myself, liste...
- She remembered the wind.Skittering in the far reac...
- Written on my hand this morning when I woke up:I d...
- I am shivering from loneliness - what shakes me is...
- Went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and ...
- I feel like I'm living in a Sarah McLachlan song.O...
- Peri crawled out of bed wondering if she was doome...
- Peri was eight the day she’d met Harriet. She was...
- Marc: Have you ever been in love?Peri: Yes.Marc: ...
- I resent the man that feels the need to pick up my...
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