Sunday brunch found my boyfriend I being seated in one of those rows of tables that are approximately an inch apart from one another. Before we even sat down, he was giving me “the eyes,” as in “I-hate-everything-right-now-what-the-hell-there-are-four-empty-tables-over-there.” I myself was inwardly groaning at the piercing octaves emanating from the table beside us. Normally, one [...]
Perhaps it should first be noted that these random MAGICAL musings are brought to you by some wicked 3 a.m. insomnia. So, whilst lying in bed tweeting and challenging my Google Reader to a duel (you may say 78 unread, but I. Will. Win.), my mind wandered to some, er, different places. Apparently, a lot [...]
I am, at present, besieged with inner turmoil, an ethical and moral dilemma, a conflict of righteousness of my own making.
I am getting my hair cut and colored once again this Saturday. Having decided that the shade of brunette I chose last November is “way harsh” for my pasty-ass skin tone, I have been looking [...]
I got a ring for Valentine’s Day.
Well, first there was a kickass cheese platter which brought great joy to my heart. Then, there was a home-cooked meal involving Cornish game hens, pastas, and cheesecake. And after, there was a little blue box.
I sat there feeling both genuinely surprised by “a serious gift” on a day [...]
I haven’t posted in a week. I’ve been stewing over something that I’m not exactly sure how to appropriately articulate, and lo and behold it has to do with another one of my friends.
There we sat, discussing a friend of a friend and the outlandish lengths she’s gone to in order to meet “someone,” expanding [...]
I don’t like buying toilet paper. It’s necessary, yes. But it’s also expensive and stupid and it’s such a waste. Also, I think it’s embarrassing.
I once saw this girl on the sidewalk, walking all purposeful, with her arms wrapped around an ungainly pack of toilet paper. I was with my boyfriend and we were having [...]
It took another blogger’s writing to help me tap into something I’ve been carrying around inside me; unable to acknowledge nor articulate for some time. From her words on hope and crushes, I found myself commenting about my own crush, then thinking more about what I realized therein…
My crush is on the memory of who [...]
