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MANIC Manic Shout-Out To mySELF - RE Fleeting Glimpses

Welcome (back?) to:
Zen Rage Management
FORMERLY
Ruminative Recoil 101
WARNING: For this one, at least, you may require more than 1-2 active brain cells - and not in the “one’s lost and the other’s out looking for it!” common-SENSE - ‘n’ the likes. NO MORE WARNINGS.
Okay, deep breaths. Here comes my [slightly refined […]

To Anyone Who Has Had Difficulty Accepting Their OWN Inner Alanis

Such as Yours Truly, until . . . Today
Obviously, y’alls know (or should?!) I’m from Otterwa - erm, Ottawa, hometown of the Misunderstood and Underrated Queen Herself (Wow - I could/would(!) never have said that before today Rockin’. . .).
Well, here’s what ‘changed it all’ for a Supposed […]

No, actually, I lurvit. (on my*demented look in the technorati icon)

* frosty-the-psycho-butterknife-kinda-
Er, yeah. sick-cycling still in progress. gnaarh - stopstopSTOP
It’s providing an endless source of amusement on this, a ‘not-so-great’ day for da roundhousing of dee darkness.
Yay ‘trivial-endless-sources-of-amusements’!
And yay i love spa and it was quite easy to get it up ‘n runnin’ again. yay, yabba do be do wop-BUP-ba-do-be-do-bnee-rowr’n […]