Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing left for you here
Stop knocking at my door
The lock has remained chained
The door has been sealed
Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing for you here
Just a scorned soul
Stop knocking at my door
I tell you there is no one
In this wretched place
There is nothing for you here
There is nothing but a
A broken light
So stop knocking at my door
Stop knocking at my door
The lock has remained chained
The door has been sealed
Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing for you here
Just a scorned soul
Stop knocking at my door
I tell you there is no one
In this wretched place
There is nothing for you here
There is nothing but a
A broken light
So stop knocking at my door
I was given a nickname in college that stuck... gadget girl, geekgirl.... everything geeky amuses me! I had to restart this blog, so am slowly repopulating it with documents etc from way back when. I try to get the dates accurate as to when it was actually written, from the files themselves. Otherwise, meh, the only one that really matters to is me. Enjoy the read.....
We moved!
We have moved. Yep, you guessed it... to Las Vegas! So now I am back working at the flower shop I started my work journey with, but they h...
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We have moved. Yep, you guessed it... to Las Vegas! So now I am back working at the flower shop I started my work journey with, but they h...
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You’re lying face down on the bed, pressing your cheek against the pillow. The sheets are itchy and stiff because you bought them the day be...