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		<title>Twenty Two</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Somehow it&#8217;s been a month since Mom left us.
I say &#8220;left us,&#8221; because it&#8217;s the most palatable choice of euphemisms. Though it&#8217;s be a lot easier if I just said she died wouldn&#8217;t it?
Clearer anyway.
But I can&#8217;t bring myself to say that. Not yet. It&#8217;s too final. A period at the end of a sentence [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=76&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Twenty One</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 21:33:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Death has a way of wrecking shit. Then again, maybe wrecked isn&#8217;t the right word for it.
Tainting is more like it.
I used to love fall. Loved the brisk freshness of its days. Deep breaths of cool air rushing into your lungs, fingers stiffening in the cold.
Football and dead leaves and the impending turn into winter.
The [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=70&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Twenty</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 20:05:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My brother Jack was leading Jen and I through an endless maze of hospital corridors. I knew where he was taking us, but I didn&#8217;t bother paying attention to how we got there. I knew we walked on beige and then maroon carpet. And I knew that we went through a few sets of doors [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=61&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Nineteen</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 22:02:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Provided I kept my eyes shut and plugged my ears, October in No Name almost made me forget I was living in a shithole trailer park. Maybe it was the air &#8211; all crisp and clean, just like Autumn air should be. Then again, maybe it was because for once in my life I had [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=53&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Eighteen</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 20:20:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;So you think too much,&#8221; Jen said, sweeping a piece of hair from her eyes as she stared into the bathroom mirror and began applying her make-up.
&#8220;Basically,&#8221; I replied from the bedroom. &#8220;She said my anxiety is partially a product of over-analyzing things.&#8221;
&#8220;Hello. I could have told you that.&#8221;
&#8220;She also said I need to surround [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=38&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Seventeen</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 20:14:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For the record, therapy was my idea. Jen just made a much bigger deal out of it than me.
&#8220;I&#8217;m so proud of you,&#8221; she cooed.
&#8220;Thanks,&#8221; I replied. &#8220;But it&#8217;s really no big deal.&#8221;
I was trying to be cool about the whole deal. Trying to pass it off as though psychoanalysis was as routine as buying milk. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=30&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sixteen</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 21:37:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[
&#8220;Despite wanting to believe otherwise, I suspected my mom knew I was full of shit,&#8221; I said, focusing on the beige carpet rather than the woman sitting across from me scribbling notes as I spoke. &#8220;I mean, she had to of known.&#8221;
The psychologist looked at me and I answered the question that was on her [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=22&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fifteen</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 20:48:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rain. Certainly not for everyone, but I&#8217;m a big fan.
I like it for all its cliches.
Its staccato drops and tear streaked windows.
But mostly I like the grey. The cloudy overcast and depression.
I don&#8217;t know why, but it fascinates me. Or mesmerizes. That&#8217;s probably the better term, mesmerizes. I could, like I am now, stare out [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=21&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fourteen</title>
		<link>http://wreckmylife.wordpress.com/2008/05/08/fourteen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 17:05:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m home. Though this seems odd to say seeing as I never actually lived in my parent&#8217;s new and vastly improved house. The old home, the aging, quirky one-story ranch with not enough bathrooms, bedrooms or space, was replaced by this behemoth. This family fun-center. Their dream home on the lake.
They built it for Christmases [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=20&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Thirteen</title>
		<link>http://wreckmylife.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/thirteen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 18:45:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You don&#8217;t tell someone you love that you tried committing suicide and expect them to let it slide. I learned that the hard way. Despite her tears and support, Jen still wanted to know what the hell I was thinking, though she asked with much more tact.
&#8220;Help me understand what you were going through,&#8221; she [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wreckmylife.wordpress.com&blog=3010721&post=19&subd=wreckmylife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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