Farmville. I don’t get it.

As an addict by nature, I don’t dare play Farmville. If you have a Facebook account, you know what I am talking about.

I am working on an article about on-line addiction and Farmville seems to be the most prevalent.

I make no judgment as I have my own addictions to wrestle with.
Please tell me: what are your thoughts on Farmville and other forms of on-line addiction?
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Christine Macdonald

Smoke and Mirrors

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Song I wrote seventeen years ago. 4:00 am after work. High.

Smoke and Mirrors

The music engulfs her
Her eyes begin to close
The beat goes ‘boom bada boom’
No one really knows

As she lay there, beside herself
Inside the fishbowl of smoke
She is just a ballerina
Trying not to choke

Her eyes gaze in to the crowd
Beyond the blinking lights
Her body going through the motions
It’s just another night

Chorus

She’s just a ballerina
Tip toeing through the show
An angel with a broken wing
Trying to make it through the snow

She’s just a ballerina
Trying to survive
With a blanket of hunger surrounding her
It’s a wonder she’s still alive

She dreams of the quiet ride home
The moment she slips in to bed
Visions of Sugar Plum fairies
Still very much alive in her head

She’s just a ballerina
Tip toeing through the show
An angel with a broken wing
Trying to make it through the snow

She’s just a ballerina
Trying to survive
With a blanket of hunger surrounding her
It’s a wonder she’s still alive

Copyright © 1997 by Christine Macdonald. All Rights Reserved.

Christine Macdonald

Holy Sh*t!

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“Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul” ~Samuel Ullman
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I knew I was a grown up when…

20’s

I could stay out all night and go to work the following day unscathed

Random sex was considered a rite of passage

I could buy my own booze and cigarettes

I hosted parties in my own apartment (filled with hand-me-down furniture from mom)

I used drugs to escape my flaws

30’s

Tried to stay out all night but called I sick to work the following day

I moved far away from my hometown

I got my own place – with all my own furniture

I fell in love with the idea of who he wanted me to be

Dusting off my dreams was a rite of passage

40’s

The thought of staying out all night makes me sleepy

I look at old photos and can’t believe I smoked cigarettes

Fell in love with the person, not the idea of Love

I am taking action to attain my dreams – realizing no one is going to do this for me

A clean bill of health from my doctor is a rite of passage

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So how about you?
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Finish the sentence: I knew I was a grown up when…
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Christine Macdonald