“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Tig, whatever you are doing, please take a second to check in.
You are missed.
You are loved.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Awww! I'm alive. I've been at work more than usual and fighting a sinus infection. And avoiding my family who have invaded my city. And being social with real live 3-D people! But I'm here! Although it's after 7pm, so nearly time for another dose of sinus medication which is going to knock me out again . . .
Awww! I'm alive. I've been at work more than usual and fighting a sinus infection. And avoiding my family who have invaded my city. And being social with real live 3-D people! But I'm here! Although it's after 7pm, so nearly time for another dose of sinus medication which is going to knock me out again . . .
YAY, you are here. We missed you!
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Awww! I'm alive. I've been at work more than usual and fighting a sinus infection. And avoiding my family who have invaded my city. And being social with real live 3-D people! But I'm here! Although it's after 7pm, so nearly time for another dose of sinus medication which is going to knock me out again . . .
Yay for real, 3-d people!
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.