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I was hit by a woman in a red Zip car on Halloween around 5:30 pm on Locust street by 12th st. Anyone that witnessed the accident please email me at venesha@live.com. I was on my bicycle on the right side of the road when I was hit from behind. My attacker then proceeded to curse me out and informed that there is no bike lane. She did not apologize,asked if I was ok, nor offer to take me to the hospital. I'm assuming this criminal is not aware that I am legally allowed to ride my bike in the street even where lanes are not available. I wanted to send a special thanks to the gentleman on his bicycle who helped me. I was so shaken up I forgot his name as soon as he told me(Peter?). Anyone with info please contact me. I suffered minor injuries to my left side. I am also a volunteer for the homeless. I am a good person who helps those in need,and now I need your help. Comments »»

I left Philly and left for a better life. I realized yesterday that keeping in contact with you and or reliving the horrible past over & over again was giving you power and giving me aggravation. I have chosen to let it go, forever. Nothing I can do will change the past and I certainly never want anything to do with you for you never once showed me compassion. I wait for you know what. It's my time to be happy again and move on. Comments »»

There was a story-an October,a neighbor,an election, and a fall that hasn't ended yet. I'm not over you-you left bruises,lied and said you didn't. But I always believed in "no matter what" until you no longer let me. I always believed it was only your broken heart that needed to be fixed. Now we're just gone and Illie in another bed but my heart is stuck with you. I swallow your name when he makes love to me. you made me promise"no matter what" and I followed through and I'm proud of my broken heart. It means that being in love with you will kill me, now that your hands won't. Comments »»