Poison In Lethal Doses

Thank Goddess It’s Friday!

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What a horrific week. I am not sorry to move into the weekend, not even with 4-7 inches of snow currently predicted between tonight and tomorrow. There hasn't been much snow to speak of this winter. Yes, for that I should be grateful, and I am, but I do like a few inches on the … Continue reading Thank Goddess It’s Friday!

Now Please, GO FUCK YOURSELF

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I heard back from Facebook this afternoon. I apologize to anyone that followed the Poison In Lethal Doses page or that had me as a friend via the site (you still have me as a friend, and you should know how to find me via phone if we're really close, or e-mail.). I want everyone … Continue reading Now Please, GO FUCK YOURSELF

You Don’t Want A Writer On Your Bad Side

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I have just spent nearly seven hours trying to prove to Facebook that I'm a REAL person and not a computer in India. No, I am not kidding about that last part. This is one of those ridiculous problems people have been dealing with for several years now with this crap-ass version of social media … Continue reading You Don’t Want A Writer On Your Bad Side

The Truth Is…

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I am sick of it all. I am exhausted beyond measure. I feel emotionally shredded. I'm tired of people trying to emulate me. I realize they lack vision, manners, and basic common sense. No matter what people say, we're not all "born with it". Fibromyalgia pain is gutting me. There are too many days I … Continue reading The Truth Is…

Freelance Doesn’t Mean Free

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Some days, I am utterly appalled by the audacity of others. There is a fine line between offering to help someone as a form of empowering another woman, and then dealing with the opposite side of the coin where someone wants you to do a job, but then wants you to lower your rate. When … Continue reading Freelance Doesn’t Mean Free

Stirring The Cauldron

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There is a humorous saying in my family: "When Lisa gets bored, she gets dangerous." It's truly a joke, I'm basically a sweet kitten from hell, but right now, I've got a TON on my plate and it's beyond overwhelming. I hate it when people use the excuse of being "busy" so as not to do … Continue reading Stirring The Cauldron

Soldiering On

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 credited to Ashley Graham I'm a little bit better today. The stress of being overbooked was grating on every last nerve. Being sick didn't help. At this point, I think it's just the remnants of a cold. At least that's what my allergies are telling me. I no longer feel like I need a constant … Continue reading Soldiering On

Praying For Sleep

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It is about four hours past the time my body said "Feed me!". I have maniacally proofread and critiqued a novella until I thought I'd pull my own hair out of my head. I'm certain that high quality brain cells are now gone, never to be heard from again. All day today I kept saying … Continue reading Praying For Sleep