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[tuesday
may 12, 200910:41pm] |
one day my mother gave birth to a tiny baby girl with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it. when i was born, i screamed, and i never stopped. my mother always kissed me before bed. when she was there. she told me stories so i knew how it was and how it must be for me to survive. she told me about the power of water, the seduction of paper, the promise of gasoline, and the hope of blood. she taught me to pluck my eyebrows and mark my skin. she taught me that my body is my greatest work of art. she told me to light things on fire, and keep them burning. she taught me that the fire will not consume me, that i must take it and use it. she helped me do my best work when it rained. she told me to reinvent myself every 28 days. she taught me to develop all of my selves. the courageous one, the smart one, and the dreaming one. she taught me that i have an army inside of me that will save my life one day. she taught me to say "fuck" like other people say "the", and when people are shocked, to ask them why why so fear such a small quartet of letters. she made sure i always carried a pen so i can take down the evidence. and if i have no paper, to write everything down on my thighs, it is much safer than my palm. she helped me see that i will not find God or salvation in a dark brick building built by dead men. she explained to me that it is better to regret the things i had done than the things i hadn't. she taught me to write my manifestos on cocktail napkins. she said i should make men lick my enterprise. she taught me to talk hard. she told me that my skin is the most beautiful dress i will ever wear. she told me that people should earn the right to use my nickname. that forced intimacy is an UGLY thing. she made me understand that i am worth more with my clothes on. she taught me that when the words finally flow too fast and i have no use for a pen, that i must quit my job, run out of the house in my bathrobe, leaving the door open. she taught me to follow the words. she taught me to stand up and head for the door after i make love. and when he asks me to stay, to say i've got to go. she taught me to be whole, to be holy, to be so much that i wouldn't need her anymore. she told me to go quickly and never come back. she said to me, "never forget what they did to you, but never let them know you remember."
she made me stronger than her.
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| Writer's Block: Taking It Personally |
[thursday
february 26, 200901:32pm] |
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ENFP
ENFPs are initiators of change, keenly perceptive of possibilities. They energize and stimulate others through their contagious enthusiasm. They prefer the start-up phase of a project or relationship, and are tireless in the pursuit of new-found interests. ENFPs are able to anticipate the needs of others and to offer them needed help and appreciation. They bring zest, joy, liveliness, and a zany sense of fun to all aspects of their lives. They are at their best in situations that are fluid and changing, and that allow them to express their creativity and use their charisma. They tend to idealize people, and can be disappointed when reality fails to fulfill their expectations. They are easily frustrated if a project requires a great deal of follow-up or attention to detail.
Yep, every time I've taken this test (probably once every couple years since I was 14) I've gotten ENFP.
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[thursday
december 16, 200407:44pm] |
Hi, I'm Tara. I'm 21. My life is beyond description. Love, alcoholism, drug addictions, jailtime, nearly fatal car wreck. Not all at the same time, don't worry. haha. I find the humor in the most grim of circumstances, and you'll hear of it in here. I'm bipolar, I'm fun, I don't get bored often cause I'm interested in everything. Comment if you want in on this action!
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