“Come.”I am tired, exhausted really, feeling soundly beaten by my day. All day I’ve tried in vain to search for some sort of goodness to be salvaged from the wreckage of everything that has happened since the sun came up. There is none.“The day will be over soon.”For that I am grateful. I want nothing … Continue reading Come.
If 2012 were a guy, it would be guy who tries to fuck on the first date.Not even like, guy-who-is-insanely-charming-and-hilarious-so-you-have-absolutely-no-recourse-BUT-to-end-the-date-with-your-panties-on-top-of-the-flat-screen. No, this is like barely-put-forth-an-effort-but-expect-you-to-give-it-up-because-he-brought-popcorn-AND-candy-at-the-movies guy. That is to say, 2012 is fucking me without preamble or pomp and circumstance. And I am not happy about it.As it stands, we are exactly 25 days into … Continue reading New Year, No Lube
3 weeks ago...“How is it that we both thought things would turn out the same way, and yet they didn’t?”“It’s all the way it's supposed to be. You know that, right?”“Yes. But still...”“Still.”He looks at me, his eyelids heavy with sleep and sorrow, wiggling his mouth the way he does when he is considering something. … Continue reading Stolen Moments
Today's post title brought to you by the letter U for "undun" by The Roots which, if you have not bought it yet, means you are failing rapidly at life.I’ve spent the last couple of years trying valiantly to squash my natural proclivity for being impulsive and spontaneous, believing, however misguidedly, that such tempestuousness was indicative … Continue reading "Listen to my instincts and say fuck the rest…"
When I was younger I used to fix cars with my daddy. My daddy is no mechanic, but he knows how to do more than a few things to a car. And there were plenty of days that he came up with a reason for me to be in the sweltering garage with him, holding … Continue reading The One Where I Become a Mechanic
Today, a change of pace; a date where I am an absolute mess.In case you’ve missed it, I have a penchant for wearing heels. High heels. Five inches or better. Three inch heels are flats to me. I am also quite tiny, so in situations where I desire to be the height of a normal sized person, … Continue reading The One Where I End up in the Emergency Room
In retrospect, I should have known something wasn’t right. He was a bit too reliable. And I don’t mean that in an I-am-jaded-so-I-look-for-issues-even-when-none-exist kinda way. I mean he was always too… punctual. If he said he was going to call at 6, he called AT 6. If he told me to call him at 3:42 … Continue reading The One Where his Girlfriend Shows Up
Exactly 15 seconds into the date, I knew I wanted to sleep with see this guy again. Ever since the moment I saw him standing in the lobby of my dorm, apologizing for not parking closer and throwing his heavy overcoat over my head so that my hair didn’t get wet in the rain, I … Continue reading The One Where he Sobs into his Pasta