“You must be able to walk away. If your opponent senses desperation, you’re sunk. You’re  only as strong as your alternatives, and the more attractive your alternatives, the more power you have. When...outlined in a book by an ex FBI agent on how to deal with people.  Originally published at BeautyDestroyed . You should leave any comments there (a login is not required to leave comments).

Of all the creatures I meet on a regular basis throughout the course of my life, one of my all-time least favorites is the Pussy Vulture. The Pussy Vulture is that guy that hangs around, flirting with...dies.  The female equivalent to the pussy vulture is known as a cock vulture . Read the rest of this entry » Originally published at BeautyDestroyed . You can comment here or there .

Occasionally I am reminded that my life has been anything but normal, especially my upbringing.  It still strikes me as odd sometimes to think of some elements of my early life as having been so grotesque...  To this day I’m surprised that pieces of me haven’t turned up in garbage bags scattered all over the countryside. Originally published at BeautyDestroyed . You can comment here or there .

(I wrote this post awhile back, been meaning to put it up, and after  jimhines  post yesterday "Racist, Sexist, and Homophobic," I thought I'd offer a different take on an aspect of this topic...box. I'm learning tolerance for these people as well. But I will admit that I have no tolerance toward telemarketers. Perhaps because that's my day gig nowadays. But hey, everyone hates telemarketers

Glancing around at the hundred identical plastic chairs and the young people perusing them, I could not help but note their similarities with one another — not between one person and another, but between... cameos are made by white Mini Coopers and antique chocolate diamonds. Perhaps society should acknowledge a new orientation: we could call it "possexual", from the Latin possessio , of course

(I say 'fiction' although the dialogue bits are all taken ad verbatim from real life.) The dark patchwork of leaf and branch on the cream-pink sky achieved a contrast like lace on skin, and the mountains...springs to mind), I overheard some guy yelling, 'Do you think I want to see you, my girlfriend, fucking in the bushes?! Like-like a werewolf ?!' That's gotta go in a book some day as well

...else. I didn't want to set my hopes too high but that's exactly what I was hoping for (and even expecting) in the back of my mind. Hey, I put a lot of work into this. However I would write five more essays like this in a heartbeat -- I am an aspiring music journalist after all. Anyway, here are some tidbits to possibly whet your appetite: 'Radiohead’s biggest source of output has been largely overlooked...

This is a paper I wrote for my junior year English class. I don't have much to say about it... It is what it is. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------...the herd.” (Norman Vincent Peale) So here is my question to you. Right here, right now, in this moment….are you free? Are you who you want to be? Or are you who everyone else wants you to be?

This is a narrative I wrote for my creative writing class. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share it on this blog, but then I realized that no one was going to read it, anyway. So here it is. ------...runs out and we’re finished. I certainly can’t speak for anyone else, but I, for one, want to be running when the sand runs out. You only have one life to live, so live it up. I have.

In my Comparative Civilizations 12 class (I know, we all thought it's odd that they offered that at my high school) the final project was outlined as an essay and a visual presentation to do with anything...it left me feeling terribly cold -- almost violated. It's hard to explain without sounding stupid. Well, hopefully someone will read this and find it interesting. If not, at least I got a great mark