40: different animals…
It’s never easy to look back at a relationship that recently ended. We cared for each other very much, but in the end we both wanted different things.
Tagged: break-up
Everybody’s Hurtin’ from the Weekend
It has been a while since my intake of cocktails, mostly gin, has been that high over the course of 2 days. Looking back though, I wouldn’t go back and change a thing. It was a very fun weekend after...
I found the voice you think you gave to me
I’ll get off both the YouTube and Beyoncé kicks soon, really. But not today. “Listen” was one of the new songs added to the Dreamgirls movie soundtrack, I think both to make the film eligible for another nomination (Best Original...
This just doesn’t seem to be my day…
I left work early because I was definitely in an “I can’t take this” mood. I come home to new computer parts, that don’t install properly. I *may* have crashed the drive containing all my music files …and pr0n, and...
My life is a sitcom
So last night Ev and I were going to Halo to drink and catch up and maybe bitch a little about this and that. I got there early, and I’m at the bar enjoying my drink and trying to tell...
6 months, that’s something right?
No fanfare, no drama… Jason (see — he has a full name) and I broke up tonight. The romance had generally cooled down, but it was more into a hanging out thing than a dating thing. Luckily my upbringing and...
the ties are most assuredly severed
The table’s looking better, Christopher’s flowers are for some reason STILL out for delivery, and my final check from CSC just arrived. It helps me feel that the ties are most assuredly severed. It also helps me figure out where...
no second chances
I think I shouldn’t lift weights on a bowling night. My arm is killing me, my leg is killing me and my games were pretty bad. Though frankly my mind wasn’t anywhere near the bowling alley. Christopher called, didn’t leave...
weighted down
I don’t know if I have any more saltwater in my body at this point. Having a copy of “The Hours” to watch didn’t really help either. But it’s really just a convenient excuse for my feelings. I sent Christopher...
Odometer time, web style
at least i can be consoled (?) by the fact that as i’m feeling pretty damn miserable, my page counter rolled over 10,000 hits to this page. why do i feel like i’ve blown my chance at happiness?