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Category Archives: Romance
A friend posted this tragic story on Facebook yesterday. Another friend commented about how/why bad things happen to good people. I found the whole exchange fascinating and full of questions and observations. The most obvious observation, of course, is that it’s a terribly sad story. The gist? “A man’s plan to propose to his girlfriend on [...]
I had too much wine on Saturday night, wrote this. Didn’t publish it for fear I might’ve said too much. In vino veritas and all. So here’s the version you see. :) I’m being antisocial. Again. I’m at that point where people are draining me, so I know I need my time to myself. Some guy’s [...]
It was a warm and spring-like evening when our heroine sat tapping away at her keyboard, clad in unsightly short shorts and a 15-year-old concert t-shirt that never would live to see the streets again. Tom Waits wailed in his gravelly splendour as a breeze softly batted the bamboo blinds. She peered over the rim [...]
I’m at my breaking point, I suspect. My resolve isn’t very resolved anymore. I have this incredibly awesome gift most people would KILL for. When I’m not sexually involved, I can flip my libido off like a lightswitch. It’s why I’m so content to not date. Because dating just toys with my resolve. Once I’m [...]
It’s a full moon tonight and I had a bit of a full moon today. A face from the past came ’round. Leaves me with some heavy thinking to do. When the past comes back, it’s for one of two reasons. To either teach you not to go there. Or to prompt you to go there. I [...]
If there’s anything that’ll make me sick of Twitter in a hurry, it’s the endless drama regarding relationships and people’s moods. Some days, life’s too short. That’s not to say that I don’t get it when people need to vent. Oh, do I. I get it. Last night someone complained on Twitter, “Oh, I hate when I [...]