Protected: Dream Big

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

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On Growing Older But Not Necessarily Up

Friday, July 31st, 2009

These days, it seems that everywhere I turn someone is engaging, gestating, and/ or decorating. Another friend of mine is getting married this weekend, GDF and her husband got their house and are decorating, baby shower on my b-day friend had her baby, one of my cousins and his wife are expecting, Mara and her [...]

The End of Romance?

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

While outwardly I, and for all appearances- contentedly, sipped my morning coffee from my extra special mug that My Dear Heart picked out for me (oh yes, I have stuff there) and indulged his love of  le Tour de France; inwardly things were taking a bit of a different turn. In fact, I felt as [...]

Dark Chocolate

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

Recently, I was called, albeit in jest (sort of), vanilla. Vanilla. As in, yawn, “boring,” “blah,” “mundane,” “safe,” “meh.” Vanilla. Vanilla. Isn’t that, like, an insult or something? Isn’t being vanilla a bad thing? What is it supposed to mean if I’m vanilla? Am I? And if I am, would I be one of those [...]

WebMD Strikes Again

Friday, July 17th, 2009

My friends at work and I have this little game we play. Every time one of us has a hang nail or a prolonged dry cough or painful stubbed toe, we diagnose one another on WebMD. Invariably, of course, we always end up with a blanket list of diseases: lupus, melanoma, typhoid, gout even. And, [...]

Birthday Wish: To Chill the Eff Out

Saturday, June 6th, 2009

Yesterday was my birthday and tonight I’m having a little get together with some friends from high school, college, and work. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, even though I don’t particularly enjoy planning large parties or gatherings- especially for myself. Which is why the whole thing has gotten a bit…anxiety-producing. Like, there [...]

Neurosis in Bloom

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

Where have I gone? Why don’t I write? I ask myself those questions with the passing of each day. Sometimes I begin to type, only to give up on the disquiet I pore upon the electronic page. Now that I’ve found someone truly special, I seem deadset on fucking it up. He’s the kind of [...]