Miss SugarCookie

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This stream of consciousness is intended to be an unfiltered account of my journey to fight my way to a healthier, happier life. One day at a time, one step at a time, one organically-grown-emotionally-raw blog post at a time…

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2019-09-26 On the Move Again…

What’s this now? A bachelorette situation is about to go down in the town of Austin and I’m bout ready to get on a plane so I can be there with my Texas besties. More about that in a hot minute… This week has been one crazy minute after another and I can barely keep…
2019-09-23 Skiddle-de-Do

The assignment due today? Pour the worst time in your life into a poem and make it linguistically beautiful and tragic and don’t forget to turn all the abstraction to concrete image. It’s the toughest assignment I’ve ever had. How do you turn all that black out drunk grief wailing near the top of the…
2019-09-20 The Friday Night PVP Edition

It’s pretty late on a Friday afternoon and I have a small window to collect some thoughts from the last couple days and I’m sort of not in the mood to write a long sentence song of woe from my drama and it’s actually a nice balance of good and bad so that doesn’t really…
2019-09-18 Words.. The Lost and Found Edition

When I was at residency I had a flood of words to work with. It’s always an interesting experiment in immersion and the impulse of spontaneous thought lingers for a while after I return home. This time around I was given an extra push and had some strong emotion to propel me forward and keep…
2019-09-16 Just Shrugging Along

Monday again and I had class which felt really long today. We finished a class exercise we started last week and it took 77 minutes. I didn’t count .. the prof was apparently keeping track. It makes me realize these things are sometimes just as tedious (or more so) for the person dreaming up, conducting…
2019-09-14 Leaps and Bounds of Faith

I don’t have a religion. You might say I’m areligious the way an asexual has no need for sex or an aromantic has no need for romance. All three of those things are real words with definitions attached, I just checked. But, just as an aromantic can still have and want and need love, I…
2019-09-13 Making Sense of Nonsense

This week has been a mess of nonsense. One minute things are fine, the next there’s an urgent letter that arrives and I spent time trying to decipher it, then I realize what day it is and go spinning back in time to try and make some words for that. I have assignments that are…
2019-09-11 Nine-Eleven, 18 Years Later

Today, nine eleven slipped into the forgotten space of a busy world where so many other things insist on being necessary. Every year, as I type the date, the words, I’m reminded instantly. Every day I type the date because that is how I begin. It is part of the fabric of my beginning the…
2019-09-10 OR..91019!💃💃💃

What’s with the dancing you ask? Well.. my dear friend Michelle pointed out to me yesterday that we are rolling into a glorious 10 day stretch of dates that are PALINDROMES! Let me tell you that when she texted me that yesterday it made me grin from ear to ear, not only because I’m a…
2019-09-10 Turn and Return To Center

It’s taco Tuesday again y’all. Let’s just be honest though, everyday is taco day. It’s just the way of things.. you know? So here’s where my brain is at today, cuz that’s as good a place to start as any. Things have definitely leveled out since the major spin-out I had last week. This time…
2019-09-06 What Part of the Tornado is the Best Place to Start?

That’s a trick question silly. It’s all just a whirlwind of debris circling in a greenish haze, hunting for places to land. Dropping houses on wicked witches is so out of fashion now, something different is necessary. But seriously, this has been one crazy week and I can’t even begin to try and describe the…
2019-09-04 Lost in Doubt

I’m just so unsure. I’m so filled with doubt and anxiety and I’ve gone round after round with what’s wrong with me. It’s a trick of the mind but that’s what’s in the middle, what’s been cut. “The thought payout is at the end.” These piles of images are authentic. Truth is stranger than fiction…