tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14569213470736498552024-02-08T11:09:22.623-08:00AnonymousGirl, AnonymousJust A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-68181036997551323232022-11-22T14:54:00.000-08:002022-11-22T14:54:04.715-08:00BONKERS!!!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWlrCTJnvw9sHrFMvwDdi7i70qGbiRvZ5RpqxdA0iTZz1q1wtu5GVMzlLyproYpZ37twE404jTA5tFAQtg_iLfj9L5ILYO3_vtyDgjpNLpAQxSo8F9u9tEIFtqf-uTm4lAzKZuPPapmRhWdKZeSyIorMexvs-uv10utTB_tZrqHroLnaXuSrVlMDen/s1024/DALL%C2%B7E%202022-11-05%2021.37.13%20-%20A%20masked%20person%20with%20ominous%20eyes%20sitting%20at%20a%20computer%20in%20the%20style%20of%20van%20Gogh.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWlrCTJnvw9sHrFMvwDdi7i70qGbiRvZ5RpqxdA0iTZz1q1wtu5GVMzlLyproYpZ37twE404jTA5tFAQtg_iLfj9L5ILYO3_vtyDgjpNLpAQxSo8F9u9tEIFtqf-uTm4lAzKZuPPapmRhWdKZeSyIorMexvs-uv10utTB_tZrqHroLnaXuSrVlMDen/s320/DALL%C2%B7E%202022-11-05%2021.37.13%20-%20A%20masked%20person%20with%20ominous%20eyes%20sitting%20at%20a%20computer%20in%20the%20style%20of%20van%20Gogh.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><b style="font-size: xx-large;"><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 12pt;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I wonder.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p></b><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Doesn’t Blogger have anything better to do than flag
and unpublish 13-year-old posts?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Really?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 150%;">For what it’s worth, this blog was originally
conceived as an idea to use Blogger as a twitter-esque platform, to post a
book, sentence by sentence.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Obviously, it was an unsuccessful venture, but geez...<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Your bots have gone....<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 150%;">BONKERS!!!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></b></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-4768983427933539182022-11-22T14:38:00.000-08:002022-11-22T18:26:42.180-08:00CHAPTER 13....Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-41501364333759545162011-07-20T08:52:00.000-07:002011-07-20T09:21:26.801-07:00Girl, AnonymousI am Girl, Anonymous.<br /><br />I'm not sure what I plan to post here.<br /><br />Perhaps I'll continue my tweet story here, but I have pretty much abandoned my Twitter account. Twitter strikes me as being somewhat flighty, silly, and ridiculous.<br /><br />I don't have an anonymous Facebook account, though I may change my mind.<br /><br />In general, I don't trust social media, which do everything possible to siphon your innermost thoughts in order to sell goods and services to you. I like my privacy, which is why I've decided to post anonymously.<br /><br />Although I'm posting as a girl, I could be any age, but I am a female.<br /><br />You should know this about the real me: I don't do drugs or anything else illegal. I live an ordinary life in an ordinary town.<br /><br />But what I post here may imply otherwise because most of what you will read and have read on this site is fantasy, only applying to real life in a very superficial sense.<br /><br />I may be writing about my past, which was livelier than my present.<br /><br />That's it for now.Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-68727739033654309822009-06-05T15:37:00.002-07:002009-06-05T15:38:55.585-07:00233. You start having sex<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">just after your father’s spectral appearance in your life.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-28326152765793448892009-06-05T15:35:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:37:03.274-07:00232. I throw myself on the bed<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">and pretend I’m having sex with John Lennon.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-53966372651608557982009-06-05T15:34:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:35:35.153-07:00231. My grandparents have separate bedrooms--<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a good thing, too, because I can’t imagine those two old people having sex.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-23220012701595504142009-06-05T15:32:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:34:25.386-07:00230. I turn down the volume<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">to a setting that I know will still irritate Deems, but he won’t say anything. He’ll just go to his bedroom to stew.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-30839588069189045632009-06-05T15:29:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:32:23.792-07:00229. “TURN DOWN THAT CATERWAULING,”<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deems yells up the steps.<br /></span></strong>...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-2281930952852220522009-06-05T15:28:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:29:35.754-07:00228. I drop the album on the record player<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">turntable and play “Long Tall Sally” at full volume. Paul McCartney.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-31942524809435354942009-06-05T15:27:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:28:31.895-07:00227. But it doesn’t do any good<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">to sass back, so I snatch the album from Deems and go to my room, a cavernous attic with dormer windows.<br /></span></strong>...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-4960652054631871102009-06-05T15:25:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:26:23.280-07:00225. I HATE when Deems acts like that.<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It’s not MY fault my parents hate each other and don’t want me.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-32878357689454268842009-06-05T15:23:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:25:02.332-07:00224. “Harrumph,” Deems says, looking over<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">the Beatles’ album with angry blue eyes. “A little support money would be more helpful than this clap-trap.”</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-47088610636107633462009-06-05T15:21:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:23:05.709-07:00223. “You mean HE’S in town again?”<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Meems says, a bit of a sneer in her tone.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-18807259327042699642009-06-05T15:20:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:21:39.834-07:00222. I tell Meems and Deems<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>about my father’s visit and show them the Beatles’ album.</strong><br /></span>...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-64017694060874473022009-06-05T15:15:00.001-07:002009-06-05T15:20:15.807-07:00221. Other than being old and irrelevant,<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">they act like parents anywhere, perhaps stricter than my friends’ parents. Still, there are ways around them.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-35084469558801703972009-06-05T15:13:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:15:17.310-07:00220. I think they love me, but<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">are a bit perplexed at being parents again.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-50436324763965426222009-06-05T15:11:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:13:37.445-07:00219. I like them okay; they give me<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a weekly allowance and buy me just about everything I need and ask for.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-23794539825045367862009-06-05T15:09:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:11:31.858-07:00218. I don’t remember much about my mother,<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">but I call my grandmother “Meems” and my grandfather “Deems.”</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-86091476517745809932009-06-05T14:58:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:03:03.568-07:00216. You cry as your mother waves “goodbye”<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">from the top step of the porch, but even then, you know that you grandparents will fulfill all your needs.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-29426414664501938542009-06-05T14:56:00.000-07:002009-06-05T14:58:14.043-07:00215. This is how you become<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a California girl, which helps shape you into the person you become at age 14.</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-19503210360521153732009-06-05T14:55:00.000-07:002009-06-05T14:56:52.114-07:00214. Your mother refuses to leave<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">the purple and white trailer but agrees to give up temporary custody of you and Snowball.<br /></span></strong>...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-68594870742452515472009-06-05T14:40:00.000-07:002009-06-05T14:54:32.740-07:00213. Your daddy leaves your mother,<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">you, and Snowball, and your grandparents drive out to Vegas from Los Angeles to try to fix things.<br /></span></strong>...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-35823819930583719952009-05-22T23:43:00.000-07:002009-06-03T13:43:04.795-07:00212. It goes on forever.<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Until the policeman comes. </span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-7336002320556865842009-05-22T23:42:00.000-07:002009-06-03T13:41:30.620-07:00211. Loud words, CRASH! Table upturned,<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">bottles flying. Screams. Crying. Slaps...</span></strong><br />...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456921347073649855.post-27846008999556195012009-05-22T23:39:00.000-07:002009-06-03T13:39:21.955-07:00210. You know what’s coming next,<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">so you cover your ears and try not to hear, but to no avail.<br /></span></strong>...Just A Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07562367724699184996noreply@blogger.com0