you. YES YOU.
July 18, 2012 § 106 Comments
My french press looks awfully smug today. Queenly and defiant (like myself at times), I feel like she’s mocking me for giving into her toxic consumption yet another day. She see’s what’s happening– I haven’t paid her near the amount of attention that she requires in order to keep me happy. I fill her daily with the best smelling organic coffee beans a French Press of any real class could wish for….but the last few days I’ve left the coffee to grow cold and stagnant while I write ferociously unable to recognize real life, real people or my usual object friends that entertain me daily. She feels discarded, she’s achieving that prideful, uppity demeanor I can’t stand in her. I can’t blame her fully, A) I’m moving, B) I’ve been stuck in my writers head for days now. It’s been terrible for she and I.
There’s nothing worse than writing. There’s nothing better than writing. It’s like the man you hate to love, love to hate and never really come to terms with any of the feelings. I don’t want to write anymore —->the terrible-ness about this false and fleeting desire is that I can’t stop. Here I sit like a brainless robot writing the uncensored, chaotic-evil thoughts springing about in my temperamental female brain.
Writing is the only time I feel alive. It’s the only time I don’t have a life. I want to be the normal girl who goes to celebrations and enjoys the gossip, the duck clatter. I want to flirt without thinking about the boy as one of the characters who I will smoosh into my next novel….or think that I am dancing with the wrong boy, because that high-class-snobby-boy who’s kept to himself the whole evening, would suit my pages much much better. I do love people more than anything-but really, humans are so overwhelming. Maybe that’s why I write about them. Once you sentence them to the death-and new life of the paper, you can truly (literally) read them, and they become much easier for my brain to understand.
My poor pretentious French Press. Oh how I DO love thee in all thy haughty mischievous glory. But you continue to toxify my body, fogging my vibrant brain cells and making me forget about pure hydrating H2O.
This is not a post or a poem. What I actually wanted to say was this:
Your words, which YOU my new friends have written, have become like the blood pumping through my lively heart.
Each word you have written has captured and moved into a small space inside my heart—My heart, which has started an explosion of happiness. I’m smiling now. I’m grinning ear to ear. Oh what was I thinking, maybe I do love to write. Since I’ve been moving I have fallen behind on what I would like to say in response to each of you.
So this is for you…my new friends spreading the depths of so many different human beauties, worlds and cultures:
Today I am happy and bright. The sun in the sky is my might. Your words fill my heart to its fullest delight, and I am better than yesterday because of your words might. Yes, today I am very happy. Today I am very bright. And these words are simple, but it’s the simplest things in life, that fill us with the most delight. Right? 🙂
CIAO for now my friends.
P.s. and if you are reading this from Lebanon, stop reading every post i write. i am a writer not an editor, and if you were here i would probably, very possibly hold you quite tight 😉
OH, but I love my French press. Helps me slay the Blank Page.
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oh i do too–most days:)
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Right!! As you are moved by your new friends, so we are moved by your excellent artistic expressions.
Amazing piece this one! 😉
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awwe thank you darling Dumu 😀
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You deserve the honor, for you are the far-famed, as you can see here:
http://nightcaller.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/honorary-poetry-written-in-the-ancient-tongue/
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Wow, you have quite the uniqueness about you. Whether you know it or not you create a world that is kind and candid even when the topics of the moment are not always he most pleasant. I would venture to say that those of us who share a similar creative mindset appreciate the way you think. (or maybe good words create good remarks…idk)
I will say this is weird for me as I am not one for posting anything, except for my own chaotic thoughts, but I felt the urge and thus I write.
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Thank you SOOOO much friend. That means a lot… Seriously 😀
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This surely brought a smile to the face of every reader. You just made the world a better place! 🙂
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yayyy thanks darling
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I love the way you seem to write your sentences in a mockingly lovable way, so the reader doesn’t know whether to laugh, smile, go ‘awwwe!’ or do a bit of all three at once. Additionally, the way everything seems to flow – it makes even the lines that may not be reminiscent of true poetry so poetic. Quite a talented writer, aren’t you Ms. Ginger?
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I know you are using your brilliant writery to trickify me into falling madly in love with you Dereik. I won’t even give you a proper response to this comment 😉
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Oh…I see. You can try to fool yourself all you want Ms. Ginger, but I think we both know you are lying. Just look at the way you are writing – you made the first spelling error I have ever seen in your work! Oh, and I don’t think the word ‘trickify’ is even a real word! The fact you made a word up and you made a spelling error, and the fact you made the error in regards to my name, means you cannot stop thinking about me. I’m yours Ms. Ginger – all you need to do is admit the truth. 😉
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Derek*
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Thank you for spelling my name right this time. There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman who knows how to spell her future husband’s name. 😀 Whoa, did I just write that… 😉
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Something you wrote struck me — I do look at people I meet as candidates for characters. How dreadful. How delightful. It is a conundrum. I think I’ll go blog about this…thanks for the idea. 🙂
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haha please do….but please edit yours so at least one of ours is half decently written. “How dreadful. How delightful” that sounds like something I should have written…hmmmm now i am jealous
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You’re such a cutie! I have the post slated July 25. You get a mention as the inspiration. I give credit where credit is due!! 🙂
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Oh my Gosh oh goodness gracious I’m so excited!!! 🙆🙅💁
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it surely did make me smile… great writing and great feeling
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thank you friend:)
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Such a wonderful way of fully enlisting all the senses of rapt attention to follow your thoughts ebb and flow, as they sift through the mind held in rapt attention to the very thoughts rambling in anothers head!
Wonderful composure, energy, detail and entrapment to your words!
“.”
Cat
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Awwwe thank you very much Cat!🐱 I wonder if my emoji’s show up on WordPress…I am typing from my iPhone WordPress app.
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Welcome to our midnight in Paris. It’s okay, you are among friends. And the coffee is better here anyway.
jk
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One of the best woody Allen movies ever. Awwwe! Bummed we are missing each other in Cali. Next time!!
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very good….the line – “Writing is the only time I feel alive. It’s the only time I don’t have a life.” that’s worded perfectly and i’ve been feeling that same line for quite some time. overall very nice write coco:))
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Yes yes Don. And thank you 😉
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Once again, I’m Johnny come lately 🙂 I totally agree with everything everyone has had to say. Your words definitely do make us perceive things in a different light (and a better one). They inspire us, as well, to achieve what seems so effortless to you. Needless to say, I love love love this post just as I do your others. Never stop writing, doctor’s orders!
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Awwwwe i Iove you Kip. You are the best and so sweet 😀
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Love ya back, my friend. Don’t go tellin’ me too many great things about me or my Fedora won’t fit anymore 😉
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” I do love people more then anything-but really humans are so overwhelming. Maybe that’s why I write about them.”
Maybe that’s why writers have so many interpersonal issues. Also, I gather from all the praise coffee is getting it is the author’s alcohol for the new millennium. I guess I really am old fashioned.
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🙂 perhaps
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To take your words seriously, I’ll say thanks, Coco J. Ginger!
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Thank YOU Freeda 🙂
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oh this is delightful, my favorite part–besides your dear relationship with your french press–is the love note you have cleverly inserted in your PS…whoever that is hopefully deserves that deepest embrace from you and your great heart.
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I’m not sure he did….but hey…that’s life and this is writing 🙂
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Writing makes you have laser-like discernment, and that is why you write beautiful things that we can hold on to very tightly.
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Leigh & I adore French press java. The way the crema mists over the ebony, that silty silk on the tongue, how smooth it all feels on a multitude of sensory experiences. Plus the whole ritual of its brewing. It’s like alchemy in 12oz doses.
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Well put. Beautiful. Thank you!
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So true – writing is the best and the worst. So true.
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ain’t it? 😉
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Pretty intense. Good portray of writing and writer’s mind…keep writing, it’s fun.
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Thanks much RJ 😉
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I love this part, ” I do love people more then anything-but really humans are so overwhelming. Maybe that’s why I write about them. Once you sentence them to the death-and new life of the paper, you can truly read them, and they become much easier for my brain to understand.”
YES! YES! YES!
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haha yayyyy glad you liked it 🙂
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One part coffee maker? One part confusion in your relationship with writing? One part tribute to friends and their writings? And one part on foolish enthusiasm? Sum of all parts is definitely brilliant!
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Oooooh I like the way you phrased that, thank you my friend Bob! xx
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In other words, it’s a brilliant article, but you already knew that, yes?
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i didn’t know that….i wrote it quite fast, I’m glad you appreciated it and thanks for the words of praise 😉
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That’s it! I am getting a French press. Your almost poetic writing reminds of this wonderful quote by Gloria Steinem: “Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”
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Oh you definitely need a french press. Have you gotten one yet? I love that quote, I think I have read that before. Gosh it is true. Thanks for posting it.
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Glad you liked it. It’s one of my favs!
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I watched the first episode of Longmire right of the bat, Longmire the cowboy cop who lives in Wyoming brews up a cup of coffee in a French press. I knew right then, this is gonna be good… and it is. Yes, and keep on writin’!
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If you say so then how could i deny you? 😉
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Smiling and happy are good things to engage in.
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Yes yes, and hello how are you missy? 🙂
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I am tired, wired, worn and torn. What an amazing trip I had and see I have MUCH catching up to do on my blog rounds…but this will have to wait till tomorrow.
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Nothing like settling in to a day’s work with a pot of fresh french pressed coffee. I actually used to make coffee in a french press at work for an afternoon coffee break and invite a few co-workers over to enjoy it. It became our mid-afternoon ritual for awhile and re-energized us for the stretch until quitting time.
Great post. I think most of us writers see people as, at the very least, fodder for building characters.
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Sounds like a lovely time. And yes, how could they not be?
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I could just say how good it was but everyone else has already told you… It really was, though – rather good!
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hehe thank you darling 🙂
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If Coco were a minibeast, she’d be a ladybug.
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Coco, you captured the ying and yang and conundrum of this life we’ve chosen as writers. Thanks for sharing and now I must go pour that first cup of coffee so I can rev up my engine for the love/hate affair about to begin over my laptop.
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haha oh yes I appreciate it. And yes go on and write 😉
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It has been a while since I have been here. I love the short story, very lovely as always 🙂
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Thank you Miss Sylvee
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One word–Bravo!
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I appreciate all your words Eva. Much encouraging.
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Very nice! Always enjoy hearing you write 😉
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Thanks Nifti, you are always the kindest.
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I thought this was an extremely interesting piece. Thank you very much for sharing.
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Thank you so much Duncan. 😉
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Thank you, Coco! You write with such passion, I love it. I’ll quote you on my blog, if you don’t mind.
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Yes of course, and thank you so much!!
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Thanks for this, Coco! I can totally relate to the love/hate relationship with writing. So true about it becoming your life -like breathing!- and yet keeping you from your life.
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Awe, that is pretty how you state that, thank you Cheryl!
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Dear Miss Ginger,
Let me show you the magnificence of the divine inspiration you cause in some of your new friends. I already told you once that you are like a modern day Mona Lisa, inspiring works of great art, evoking passions in others through the words of your artistic expressions, making one furiously scribble down each divine epiphany to form other great works of art. Such is the result:
Jamie Elizabeth Danielle Weise lu-bi-gu
al-si-ki bilti-yà i-ziz-zi-im-ma ši-mi-i ya-a-ti
pa-ni-ka-mu-ur i-la-at-i
li-bi i-te-eg-ra-am du-šu-up-ta-ka
ištari-yà nar-bi-ka lik-bi
lu-uš-tam-mar ilu-ut-ka lud-lu-la dá-li-li-ka
salshag Ginger la-bi-gu
ta-ar-ta-mi te-eš-me-e ri-tu-ú-mi ṭú-ú-bi
šar-ḫa-at i-ri-mu ra-mu-ú re-šu-uš-ša
si-im-ti-iš-ša i-ḫa-an-ni-i-ma ṣi-ḫa-tum
za-aʾ-na-at in-bi mi-ki-a-am ù ku-uz-ba-am
ba-ni-à-a ši-im-ta-à-ša bi-it-ra-a-ma i-na-ša ši-it-a-ra
ša-ap-ti-in du-uš-šu-pa-at ba-la-ṭú-um pí-i-ša
na-ap-la-su-uš-ša ba-ni bu-a-ru-ú
a-ia-um na-ar-bi-à-aš i-ša-an-na-an ma-an-nu-um
Coco ul gur-ru-gu
šar-ḫu id-diš-šú-u git-ma-lu
bi-lit ili šá búl-lu-ta i-ram-mu
ma-lu-ú nam-ri-ru-ka irsitata rapašta
ilâni ša kiš-ša-ti lik-ru-bu-ka
ilâni rabûti lib-ba-ka li-tib-bu
Here follows the English translation, so it can be properly understood:
My dearest Jamie Elizabeth Danielle Weise,
I beseech thee, O lady, stand and hearken unto me!
I saw your face: you are a goddess!
Your sweetness has twisted my heart!
Oh my goddess, let me tell of thy greatness!
Let me revere thy divinity, and let me bow in humility before thee!
Oh woman of grace, my darling Ginger,
She loves attention, passion, and contentedness,
She is resplendent, loveliness is set upon her head.
Smiles flourish upon her face.
She is adorned with sexual allure, attraction, and appeal.
Her tones are beautiful, her eyes colorful and iridescent.
With regard to her lips she drips honey, her mouth vivacity,
At her glance happiness is engendered,
Who can rival her greatness? Who?
Oh Coco, my desirable one…
Powerful, unique, perfect…
Lady of the gods, who loveth to give life,
Thy brightness fills the broad earth!
May the gods of the world be favourable to thee!
May the great gods delight thy heart!
May this poem bring joy to your heart, oh exalted lady!
It can also be found on this link:
http://nightcaller.wordpress.com/2012/07/20/affectionate-poetry-addressed-to-a-goddess-of-the-art-of-writing/
My regards, Dumu Abzu-a.
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Again, so beautiful!
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I’m glad you feel that way!
*smiles in delight*
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Love your stuff and that’s why I’ve nominated you for the Very Inspiring Blog Award. Check out my post at http://www.pczick.wordpress.com.
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Thank you so much, and sorry for the late response. I really do appreciate the honor!
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Love this!! Too true, I feel alive when writing but while I’m writing, I have no life! I wander round with a dazed expression, lost in my mind rerunning moments, scenarios and chapters in my head. I love the idea of being upset your dancing with the wrong boy because there’s another one better suited to your book over at the side. 🙂
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haha yes it’s such an exciting complicated writers life we live 😉
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*you’re dancing (mortified I am!!)
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haha oops!
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Thanks for the message, and back at you ❤
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😉
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Having just been denied my coffee by broken devices, I envy you your problems.
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ahahahaha terribly hilarious
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Crazy like a fool, dance with men, not boys. Love ya dearly 🙂
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Good idea 😉 I’m actually testing that out now
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Good Luck!
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🙂 thanks
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Watch the crocs
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crocs? As in shoes?
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As in players
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Coco, I’ve nominated you for the One Lovely Blog Award: http://greenwalledtower.wordpress.com/2012/07/21/one-lovely-blog-award/ Thanks for being the first person to follow my blog. I love your writing 🙂
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thank you so much David! I really appreciate the acknowledgement
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[…] The relationship between a writer and her (or his) coffee is a complex and often tempestutous one, as seen here on my online friend Coco J. Ginger’s blog: My french press looks awfully smug today. Queenly and defiant (like myself at times), I feel like she’s mocking me for giving into her toxic consumption yet another day. She see’s what’s happening– I haven’t paid her near the amount of attention that she requires in order to keep me happy. I fill her daily with the best smelling organic coffee beans a French Press of any real class could wish for….but the last few days I’ve left the coffee to grow cold and stagnant while I write ferociously unable to recognize real life, real people or my usual object friends that entertain me daily. (Read more of Coco’s blog here) […]
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i love what you wrote here 😉
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Only a poet animates something as dead as a french press.. Btw, what’s the fascination with boys? When it comes to love, go for real men. Love you, Coco! 😉
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Yes I’m hearing real men are where it’s at….I’m going to try for one of those next 😉
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Coco my friend, your blog makes my heart happy. Finally another person who understands the complexity of having to write.
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YAYYY!!!
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Such sweet achy words. Would you care to try a few of mine?http://deliciouschance.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/peripheral-mumblecore-2/
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yes i shall 😉
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Bravo, the excellent message
P.S. Please review icons
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