Take Five Minutes. .. .

[qos]

The crush at work has abated for a while, and I'm facing what will probably be a long and boring day.

This is an invitation to take a mere five minutes and leave a comment on this entry by typing anything that occurs to you: stream of consciousness, a favorite memory, a witty or obvious observation, questions for me or for the universe, the beginning of a story, a book or movie recommendation, anything that occurs to you, so I can have something interesting, or intriguing, or amusing, or even mystifying, to read at work today.

Consider it your charitable contribution for the day. It will net you some good karma.
Really!

Comments

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Five Minutes
Everyone has to grow up. Resposibility comes with greater reward.
I have never felt so alone and I have never felt so alive, letting go of the love of my life, she told me she was leaving today, so I left to find myself. I pushed myself down to a place I never wanted to come back from. I climbed back out because I had to face the sun again. No matter how cold it gets I will face the sun again.
Now they are looking at porn and I am sitting here writing on a borrowed compter with time stolen from responsibility.

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Everyone has to grow up.
Ah, you touch a nerve with this.

letting go of the love of my life, she told me she was leaving today, so I left to find myself
Forgive me for even asking: but are you saying what I think you're saying? Is Jess gone?

*heart goes out to you*

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She's not gone. She's leaving.
She's not comming back.

Thank you.