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I guess I'll join everyone in the get-to-know-day things. Although I'm sure that most of you already know the basics. My names Rebecca, becca, bec, bexs, Ree, Ferris... But never Becky.
I am Kim...Kimbo to my friends I am small, never got to 5ft but what I lack in height I make up for in boobs and mouth.
Sienna said she would like to read my bio, so here it is. I spent my youth in the swinging sixties, which was great. I saw the Beatles in concert, met the Queen and got married far too young.
I never write about me... I guess it's 'cause I can't sum it up too well at all (and I'd probably end up rambling and depressing you all!!.
I'm a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde type, one minute I'm quiet and boring and the next I'm bouncing off the walls and probably very annoying.
(Bruce was my St. Bernard and I will miss him </3) Here lies my dog, Motionless in his kennel, Unable to wag his tail as he always did.
(A piece of life writing containing potentially upsetting material) I've always liked cowboys.
He was a nineteen year old guy, she was sixteen and a little bit shy. He was on a backpacking holiday in Mexico kicking back and taking life slow.
I've always wondered what's in Heaven. Streets of gold, beds of cloud?. I guess we will never know. Maybe it is suited to each of our personalities or is it a big community.
When I was younger...I must have been about 10 or 11, a teacher of mine who I later referred to as "lady Hitler" gave my class the task of compiling a family tree.
#acorn My very first post and so apt 1st opuss and a bit of a test... Tried to email this, but doesn't seem to have worked. Perhaps it will arrive later and duplicate.. What to start with?..
I have looked back on my life many times and tried to make sense of all the blurred memories. I'm sure everyone has pondered the past and said what if.
A young man sits at his computer, he has waited 5 years to try and arrange his thoughts. Even now he feels his stomach contract as feelings and memories resurface.
It's been a while, I cant remember now for how long you've been gone . But all the memories are still complete and never be forgotten.
It’s strange, when I write about my youngest years words flow freely.
It was a perfect day,. The sky was blue,. No clouds in the sky,. Promising and new,. I worked at the world trade center,. Or twin towers as they say,. Gorgeous buildings,. Gorgeous day,.
A true story of battery hens. It seemed light years from my upbringing in the shadow of London's Dockland, with our arbour less streets and little back yards of concrete and corrugated iron.
Please read. At the end it contains information explaining my story, which I think is necessary for anyone who reads my story to understand before they read any more of it.
Today was Veteran’s Day. I was on my way to the West City Shopping Centre. Apparently, there was some sort of festival there centred on the war veterans of World War II.
Hi this is a story that is pretty close to my heart. It's only short, but has a lot of meaning to it. I hope you like it. A true story.
A review of my life:beginning Sweet and easy, full of love and warmth. Worst thing homework, best thing my mother. Middle: growing tougher, hard decisions to make. A good laugh.
*long nonsensical rant. Sometimes I wonder how much we are in control of our own actions, and our own fate. Fate is something I’ve always wondered about. Are we born to be certain people.
Bud was my trusted friend for just over three years. She died from a severe prolapse, which took its painful toll over the last months of her precious life.
Last week I finished this book and I must say It was very heartfelt and moving.