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Date Night by christinekline featuring metal jewelryVanessa Bruno summer day dress$174 - theoutnet.comLong blazer$695 - lespommettes.comSmythe blazer$695 - saksfifthavenue.comForever21 oxford shoes$23 - forever21.comAlexander Wang leather handbag$795 - alexanderwang.comVintage bag$360 - dorotheasclosetvintage.comL a m b handbag$258 - macys.comAll Saints leather handbag$195 -

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A Sunday Drive by Christine Kline featuring a floral handbag

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I am now in charge of all the retail inventory for The National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum. And I have my own desk, tomorrow is day numero uno. Pretty excited, semi-nervous. I have an idea what I'm going to wear, I went to the thrift store today after I got the call, bought some old man pants. A girl always needs a few pairs of old man pants to remind her that well, she looks better in

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-23974208064566705742010-09-12T16:21:00.003-05:002010-09-12T16:46:38.719-05:00

My birthday is coming up soon, and you know this would make a great gift...I seriously want all of these, they are deliciousOddly relieved that sunglasses are getting slightly smaller these days...Capote ayone?And to keep it all for posterity purposes of course...plus the hipster in me has to get out once in while...But otherwise, it's been a lovely rainy off and on Sunday afternoon. I have an

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leggings, shirt-dress,shoess,bag,sweet-ring,necklace

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Although it is a holiday weekend, and my search cannot continue until Tuesday, This is week two of my job search. I think on Tuesday I'm going to visit a temp agency or two. Maybe they will have a better response to my resume than I am having on my own. I have used a few of them in the past when times were tough and had some decent results with that, so here's hopin'. Outside of the temp-agency

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I don't get it, what is this social phenomena that is happening, or does happen year in and year out where September denotes the end of summer. Maybe it's growing up in a southernly type state that allows me to hold onto summer longer than others. Whatever it is well I say it's summer until we've had two weeks of less than 90 degree temps thankyouverymuch.I also think "Indian Summers" only exist

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Love, love this song

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It's four in the morning and I need to sleep, I have lots of stuff to do beginning in four short hours. But I'm up. up up up....not up as in ooh manic up just up. I've noticed this trend that if I do something with my day then going to bed is twice as difficult because I begin to have these crazy notions of having a life outside of this house. Also just realised I haven't poo'd in a few days.

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-44523316459877047832010-08-18T17:56:00.002-05:002010-08-18T18:16:25.903-05:00

This is the body's forecast for todaylow-relaxed-covered by a blanket--It is August but the canned air make for the creature comfortsI am tired I have not sleptThe mind it wandersThe mind she wanders

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I thought about this all too much and now I worry the good ideas won't last. Six poems today. That's all I ask. Six poems today.I think of Ai O. The one I thought might see Those glasses were awfully thick.I didn't give her the chance Perhaps for sure.Six poems today and this is #5

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Sometimes I wonder if all of these poems.All of this rhythm and sometimes rhyme.Sometimes I wonder if all of this is page after page of my life long suicide letter.Pieces of my dead skin falling onto the paper. Stuck under my nails. Cells dying and being reborn. Everything in time until it stops. Until that day my body forgets to wind itself. Like a sad little clock upon the shelf.

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I dream of you -while I am sleeping in your bedI dream you are my boyfriend& how we could be -- so docileBut me thinks I know the endbefore I will even sneak a glanceat the last pageYou. like the othersMe. Just the sameA disappointing day

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Old poetry -- she's lostOld stories -- flushedVolumes filled with my younger selfseparated at birthNo one cared but I --None read but I --Paper used for kindling Pulp recycled for anotheradolescent fantasyIt is a dry day in August or maybe December? Let's light a fireWe'll know soon enough

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I keep my memories inside of meI keep them locked (safe?) awayFor I once lost it all and now I am afraidI keep my memories inside of meI keep them well withinfrom her and they and himI keep my memories inside of me I have no other way Physical reminders tarnish and turn cheapBut inside within they remain Gilded, framed and precious

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Well, I don't know what to share. I haven't had any clues as to what would be worth-while to share to my millions of adoring fans. :x I did realise that since the inception of blogeteering I have not really kept a paper journal, well not religiously. I prefer to keep it here. I reckon that is indicative of my rather self-possessed side. I find it ironic that for someone of my anti-station that I

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This isn't showing my results I got 86%Created by Recipe Star

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Had a thought, maybe things don't get old when you only have them in small doses. Weekend visits make the heart grow so fond you can't/won't/don't want to be apart. Maybe that's why new relationships are so amazing at first. Because you only get these little snap-shots of what that person is, or what they will let you see. Maybe that's what it means to be "blinded by love".I signed up with the

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I was thinking about my cutting as I read the most recent posts; actually, more how thinking about cutting myself makes my 'cut' arm ache. I think because at this point it is so full of the scars from last year that I can't go there. Because the tool I use is a razor blade and thinking of it brings that flavour of iodine into my mouth. That sharp tang like eating artichokes from a can. The

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-20630171016047690982010-01-19T17:31:00.004-06:002010-01-19T18:22:42.789-06:00

Watched 500 days of Summer last night. First, such a good film...Second, is it sad that a movie helped put into perspective my relationship with el Storm? Wisdom is wisdom, or insight...whatever...it is what it is regardless of it's source right? I'm sure even Hitler had a good idea in between all of the really horrible ones...I also had a thought, separate from the other two...It seems that when

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-608266360207948722009-08-14T19:02:00.002-05:002009-08-14T19:06:45.620-05:00

this has been a week from hell. Anna had two seizures. My ex hates me for some stupid reason I can't figure. My grandma had her breats cut on this week to remove her cancer, found that it's also in her lymph nodes. She refues to do chemo. So now we just get to wait and figure out what she's willing to do for treatment. The anniversary of my brothers death was on Wednesday it's been 17 years. RIP

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-85763932647334628272009-07-07T22:00:00.003-05:002009-07-07T22:53:22.644-05:00

Invasive Moderately Differential Ductal Carcinoma: Grade 2Invasive ductal carcinoma (IDC). IDC accounts for about 70 percent of all breast cancers. The cancer cells form in the lining of your milk duct, then break through the ductal wall and invade nearby breast tissue. The cancer cells may remain localized — staying near the site of origin — or spread (metastasize) throughout your body, carried

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lovin' that twang of guitar Dwight is twisting his toe as he strums our love song...two step into my history booksinto my repetoire into my memorywe drive through the nightmy feet on the dash asthe cars' headlights light up the highway in front of usthe road is endless but our road ends in el dorado land of goldland of mysteryfound us sitting alonetwo steppin' out of the nighttwo steppin' into

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-71546659286942093482009-05-19T16:28:00.002-05:002009-05-19T16:43:52.401-05:00

I don't exactly understand what "Deep Deuce" is/are...? Q. What melts silver and stops your heart at the same time? A. A bolt of lightning

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I love the illusion of night that is created sitting here in the dining room. I can not see that the sun has come once again to wake the world. I am indifferent/impervious to its suggestion

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-18603736011544008872009-04-03T15:16:00.003-05:002009-04-03T15:41:08.570-05:00

Now all I've got left are these relics. Things I thought of as necessity in the summer have left me lacking in the l'hiver now printemps. Redbuds are budding now... This pen made it though somehow! 40 flavoured kisses & a bit of conversation. This is the "last train to Clarksville". I am too insecure, gone for four days and I won't know. Can't control, I will have to trust and

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This is the future. I've realised that none of this is the present. We're forever out of the moment. I think that I have been living my life trying to prepare for the future but never really understanding that this is the future...I am enthralled with this book I am reading called Time, Love, Memory; it's about how genes affect our behaviour..."""In the fifth century BCE Hippocrates, the

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Weeel, I have a new boyfriend. He is quite lovely.The way in which I acquired him was a little bit less than desirable. His ex absolutely hates me. She has every right to feel that way. I don't hold it against her, how could I? If I were in her position I don't know what my reaction/response would be. In my defense. I did not have the favour of knowing he was invloved when I tripped and saw his

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What a week.

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yum yum videoooh

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So friday was a month...a month of sobriety officially...I think I need to add cutting to my list of things to be sober from. I dunno. I need to talk to my sponsor, but I really don't feel that connected to her. She is a lovely young woman, but she was supposed to be temporary. Actually for whatever reason I feel a connection to another lady in the group. Actually there is a guy in my group that

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-71770400417675728502009-02-05T03:59:00.007-06:002009-02-05T04:13:29.144-06:00

So, the Abilify did not work. Nope. Not at all...I turned into an edgy crazy electrified, berserk, batty woman, of some random variety....I feel kind of strange though just because I took this survey for ADD/ADHD in adults and I scored a 245 out of a possible 338. To me that is rather compelling. As a whole the short test was 77 questions with a possible score total of 338, the greatest value

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-14938755772454622662009-01-27T13:20:00.006-06:002009-01-27T16:56:32.053-06:00

What makes a man/woman/person ask a man/woman/person to marry him/her/it? Where does that drive/love thought/desire to spend the rest of one's life with that man/woman/person come from? Where does the fear go?If don't know why I am thinking about this sort of thing right now. I guess maybe because I am at this age where biology sort of takes over and I am ready to find the one. While my mind

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-21567448881763774462009-01-26T11:23:00.002-06:002009-01-27T16:58:42.586-06:00

Do I allow my emotions to direct my thoughts? I don't know the answer to this supposed question. I don't know how to discern the difference between memory and reality. I woke up today feeling really well. But I also woke up feeling rather obsessed with thoughts that I can't direct into a positive flow pattern type thing. I sit in this house which feels like home. It is her home. And I know that

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-81216241993608570492009-01-22T15:35:00.006-06:002009-01-22T16:19:30.121-06:00

Old stuff I wrote last year but always relevant...There. There. right there you can feel it coming on in your stomach at first sort of a sick twisting, like maybe you drank too much last night feeling. Then it starts to tickle. Not in a pleasant tickly sort of way but a gnawing raw tickle behind your heart, and it travels up your throat. You might go blind for a minute; you may even lose

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-52537276895864871982009-01-22T14:27:00.006-06:002009-01-22T15:31:58.479-06:00

So I told everyone that my next post would be a tribute to my most cherished/favourite childhood television show Pinwheel's Playhouse as seen on Nickelodeon back in the early 80's. This first video clip is from the opening credits:In my search to find my favourite portion of the Pinwheel episodes I came across this website which although needs to be edited for grammatical errors is a decently

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-23073401100950982182009-01-03T07:23:00.002-06:002009-01-03T07:31:07.414-06:00

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so I've been having some rather philosophical emails with a friend of mine on a forum I belong to and I wanted to share them here..."I think there is something to be said for staying put. But then again, my friend Taurus, said to me, this is a genearl paraphrase: "You know Christine when you went away to New York when you were 19 I was so sad to see you go. But at the same time I thought you were

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Bumble Bee I see. I wonder do I like words like "mayhaps" , and "by the by" , because I have a psychosis or is it because I am simply a wordy. A person who is fascinated by all language and therefore enjoy using words from other eras and even other languages all together interspersed throughout my own speech. But the issue is the use of what is know under the psychosis of Thought Disorder or

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-69339739484293867872008-12-25T01:24:00.004-06:002008-12-26T05:24:00.675-06:00

(these are all snippets of posts that I have made on a forum of which I am a member about my bipolar disorder)it's like having peanut butter stuck to the roof of your mouth...for-ev-erbut seriously, recently i've noticed i do a lot of head rubbing, especially my temples and it's because i've noticed that i am so disoriented most of the time that i can't see clearly...today my digital clock that i

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-32946417099093167372008-12-23T19:36:00.005-06:002008-12-23T19:44:29.184-06:00

I am so obsessed with music right now. That is all I can focus on, well that and reading. I'm obsessed. yep yep.I have absolutely no Christmas spirit. I had such good intentions of making these neat little rolled paper boxes for everyone as gifts and I totally bitched out. Maybe They'll be done by St. Patricks day or something...ha ha...A certain someone said he would call me today. Well I'm

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-34497583021716478232008-12-20T03:29:00.006-06:002008-12-26T05:30:56.333-06:00

These are my blogs from 2008 From my old blogger it's the shortest one I'm going to re-do the rest and eventually this one as well to be links to html pages they are just too long and cumbersome. and I'm a neat freak :o)bury me at wounded kneewednesday november 19, 2008If I be so luckyto choose where I layIf I be such an one offortune to discover God'screation of mirrey clayI find it here at the

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-31554000541250908752008-12-18T17:08:00.007-06:002008-12-18T20:20:17.919-06:00

..."so, like um today Mary Allis was like walking to class and um...she had like (smacks gum) a condom stuck to the bottom of her shoe...so like you totally know who's car she was in today at lunch right? like omg!..."oh wait no, wrong story....er um...maybe it was that I was laying in bed and it was seven in the morning and the weather was quite froggy outside. well, I just happened to look up

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-28794762971182199432008-12-15T22:27:00.003-06:002008-12-15T23:04:45.442-06:00

so today was productive because i got up before three and i went to the library the first day i thought about it instead of procastinating and thinking about it for a few days or a week...i really hate the frozen feeling. not the one that comes from the 16 degree cold ass weather. but the frozen feeling that comes when i begin to think about leaving the house to go find a job. it's not

christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18269971442027236107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960589625791842500.post-88301627332561254892008-12-15T02:01:00.006-06:002008-12-19T23:21:52.964-06:00

hallo my lovelies...well i've decided to rid myself of myspace...it's not all done of course but it's happening slowly. i like to blog and i feel so limited on myspace, i have other communities of people that i communicate with and this way i don't feel like i have to hide from everyone, this can be a central blogging location...yes.. so and i dunno it seems a bit more grown up :x so i've begun

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