In front of me stands something incredibly large. Invincible, in fact. It appears to be a tank, shroud entirely in heavy armor–a tank with eyes. He stands more than nine feet tall. His armor weighs 125 pounds, more than my entire body weight, which doesn’t even account for the fifteen pounds just for the tip [...]
Continue reading...16. November 2007
Apparently, I am not a real woman. I am a tom-boy, as explained by my audacious 10-year-old son. Somewhere along the way, my unique feminine charms have been completely overlooked or at least underrated. True, my fingernails remain quite short and unpainted, I count down the days to football season, and am more likely to choose [...]
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31. March 2008
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