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Freak
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When pop calls me his daughter.
When Penny gives me long hugs that make you wish you never had to let go because you feel the kind of warm and safe that only a mother could make you feel.
When Chuck rests his head on my belly and smiles everytime he feels a kick.
When Chuck kisses me and then my belly every night before he falls asleep.
When Layla barks and growls in the middle of the night because she heard someone outside our bedroom door. (she has the cutest little growl that could never make me mad even if she did just wake me up)
Layla always being protective of me.
My mothers excitement.
Hugs from my dad.
Helping a friend with a loss that she thought no one else would understand.
Noah's im-going-to-be-an-uncle dance.
Getting credit for doing a great job raising my brother. (ive never felt prouder then when I heard that)
Still being considered one of the "good" grandchildren.
Having a home...having THIS home.
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what_makes_you_smile
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pete
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"and you can't say this"
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andru235
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[awaking in the middle of the night and watching the rise and fall, rise and fall of his chest]
[his arm about me, in the dark]
[the strange things he says in his sleep]
**i have been single for a long time and i do not really like it. but i am very skilled at occupying myself in the meantime. i do not mind being alone but i long for (...)**
[the strange things he tells me i said during the previous night]
[the general's arm about me, as we fall asleep]
[awaking in the middle of the night and watching the rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall of his chest]
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factory reject
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just hearing from him again.
It's strange, how you never realize how much you desire to be loved until someone loves you, and then it's an insatiable need.
I guess... that he doesn't write anymore because of school, right?
I mean.. hes one of the smart kids... he doesn't distract himself with things like me or writing emails to me or even calling me...
that's what it is, isn't it?
and it makes me happy to think that maybe I am right, maybe he's just one of those good students and maybe whatever it was we had didn't fade away.
I suppose, to shorten it all down, hope makes me happy.
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pete
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making new associations with new music and old places, waking up oddly at ease, feeling like i slept in, though its barely past eight, writing essays, for the shameless procrastantion (like what i'm doing right now), chewing gum, especially to hide distinguished smells of guilty pleasures (it was a european film, we had to smoke a cigarillo or something)...
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dafremen
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Facebook's asking me what makes me happy. First off, like a lot of people these days, I'm really happy when I don;t have some marketing shit up in my face trying to get my personal details so he can "tailor my experience", which means target my psychology.
I'm happy when I'm sharing my personal details with people who care about me as a person; people who appreciate what I am capable of, what I aspire to do or be and who don't look at me as a walking wallet.
I deal in sweat equity and skill swaps whenever possible. Wringing the power out of money would make me happier than a clam in mud. Happier than a June bug riding an August wind.
Just to watch an elitist beg for someone to roof their house as their many prideful possessions were destroyed by the elements; wouldn't make me terribly unhappy. Knowing that Zuckerberg cleared his own sewers to keep his appealing estate from being wholly unappealing would make me smile. Not my best trait, to be sure. But the look on my face sure would go a long way to answering Facebook's question properly. Big money needs to get a clue and a real job is all I'm sayin'.
Facebook wants to know what would make me happy, but that's not for sale and it wouldn't get them a penny anyway. Only people..like YOU..real humans with real hearts have the coin of this kingdom. Time, concern, effort, imagination, humor, skills. What you have to offer that's real. Song for a song. Even trade. Teamwork making the dream work. That's what would make me happy.
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