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	<title>Comments on: Parenting</title>
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	<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 07:23:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Mal</title>
		<link>http://sashaisamonster.com/2008/12/parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-802</link>
		<dc:creator>Mal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 15:58:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know exactly what you mean.  My dog passed away over the summer, and there are still nights that I can't keep from crying.  I, too, have always found that keeping busy helps me deal with (or avoid dealing with?) emotionally traumatic experiences.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know exactly what you mean.  My dog passed away over the summer, and there are still nights that I can&#8217;t keep from crying.  I, too, have always found that keeping busy helps me deal with (or avoid dealing with?) emotionally traumatic experiences.</p>
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		<title>By: kimber</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 14:06:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hilarious writing, although sad subject... i get what you are saying though. y dog was hit by a car earlier this year, and for whatever reason, i absolutely cannot get over it, and god knows if i lose track of the thoughts i've got going on for even like, 45 seconds, i will undoubtably think about her dying, child abuse, puppies being euthanized and not being able to adopt each and every one, freak accidents, tragic acts of nature..... i swear to god it has to be a disease to intentionally think about things that i can't help but sob uncontrollably about. i' a freak!


and apparently the keyboard is having it's own personal issues with certain letters. huh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hilarious writing, although sad subject&#8230; i get what you are saying though. y dog was hit by a car earlier this year, and for whatever reason, i absolutely cannot get over it, and god knows if i lose track of the thoughts i&#8217;ve got going on for even like, 45 seconds, i will undoubtably think about her dying, child abuse, puppies being euthanized and not being able to adopt each and every one, freak accidents, tragic acts of nature&#8230;.. i swear to god it has to be a disease to intentionally think about things that i can&#8217;t help but sob uncontrollably about. i&#8217; a freak!</p>
<p>and apparently the keyboard is having it&#8217;s own personal issues with certain letters. huh.</p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 02:27:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When my 6 year relationship ended, I needed the TV going at all times because I couldn't shut my mind off. My sleep patterns got all screwed up and over a year later, I am still napping after work, staying up very late, and having the TV on all night long. If I wake up without the sound, I have a panic attack. Well, I am having them all the time now anyway because I am about to lose my job, but this behavior started growing roots a long time ago.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When my 6 year relationship ended, I needed the TV going at all times because I couldn&#8217;t shut my mind off. My sleep patterns got all screwed up and over a year later, I am still napping after work, staying up very late, and having the TV on all night long. If I wake up without the sound, I have a panic attack. Well, I am having them all the time now anyway because I am about to lose my job, but this behavior started growing roots a long time ago.</p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://sashaisamonster.com/2008/12/parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-795</link>
		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 22:32:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Let's just hope that when addressing a naughty child you'd leave out the expletive.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Let&#8217;s just hope that when addressing a naughty child you&#8217;d leave out the expletive.</p>
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		<title>By: Shelby</title>
		<link>http://sashaisamonster.com/2008/12/parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-794</link>
		<dc:creator>Shelby</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 18:58:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know what you mean, I have crazy ADD so if I don't have some sort of project or like a lot to do at work my mind goes to weird stuff.

Usually weird shit that happened like years ago that I weirdly still feel guilty for. Like, "Mom really wanted me to wear that hideous dress to school in junior high, and I refused and told her it was ugly. Why couldn't I just not be a little bitch and wear it? I should call her and apologize...."

Hehehe, yeah.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know what you mean, I have crazy ADD so if I don&#8217;t have some sort of project or like a lot to do at work my mind goes to weird stuff.</p>
<p>Usually weird shit that happened like years ago that I weirdly still feel guilty for. Like, &#8220;Mom really wanted me to wear that hideous dress to school in junior high, and I refused and told her it was ugly. Why couldn&#8217;t I just not be a little bitch and wear it? I should call her and apologize&#8230;.&#8221;</p>
<p>Hehehe, yeah.</p>
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		<title>By: TSS</title>
		<link>http://sashaisamonster.com/2008/12/parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-784</link>
		<dc:creator>TSS</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 10:52:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My mind is like a retarded kid at the Special Olympics... 

You leave it alone for two freakin minutes and it runs off screaming, "Adhubaaaaadha" and then it crashes into a pile of garbage and cries.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mind is like a retarded kid at the Special Olympics&#8230; </p>
<p>You leave it alone for two freakin minutes and it runs off screaming, &#8220;Adhubaaaaadha&#8221; and then it crashes into a pile of garbage and cries.</p>
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		<title>By: str</title>
		<link>http://sashaisamonster.com/2008/12/parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-782</link>
		<dc:creator>str</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 10:39:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hehe, my mind's a toddler too, i think it might be time for me to start yelling at it or better yet, ignoring its devilish little tricks

GREAT writing, sasha!!!!!!! WHEN does your book come out???!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hehe, my mind&#8217;s a toddler too, i think it might be time for me to start yelling at it or better yet, ignoring its devilish little tricks</p>
<p>GREAT writing, sasha!!!!!!! WHEN does your book come out???!</p>
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