Tag Archives: Morrigan

Not much originality

Posted on May 30, 2012 by Morrigan

So my boyfriend today said I need to focus my site creating juices toward one site and get the traffic up enormously and then from there market and see what we can do about possibly revenuing it and making it … Continue reading →

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Frustrations of a Working Mother

Posted on May 22, 2012 by Morrigan

So I love my kids and because I love my kids I work. While this is good it makes me feel slightly bad because the things that they are not succeeding in makes me feel like I’m failing. Like my … Continue reading →

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Bonuses

Posted on January 19, 2012 by Morrigan

So I am one to admit I’m not super exorbananly happy with my job but C’est La Vie. I need a way to take care of myself and my kids and so a job is required. As such I’ve been … Continue reading →

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Morrgroove Gone

Posted on November 30, 2011 by Morrigan

So I feel that my Morrgroove or Morrmojo or Mojo-Jojo is gone and never coming back. I feel uninspired dull and downright blechy most days. I’ll sit at my computer and things that make me inspired and happy to do … Continue reading →

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Oversensitive… and not in the sexual way

Posted on November 24, 2011 by Morrigan

So as always I Morr fuck things up. I swear I have a natural aversion to goods things in my life. It’s like when good things come my way I avoid them like the plague but when bad things come … Continue reading →

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Only One Morrigan

Posted on April 27, 2011 by Morrigan

So, I have a new boy that I am dating and he has a somewhat obsessive ex that thought that he was cheating on her with me because we chatted on IM. Long story short it wasn’t true. He broke … Continue reading →

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