Sometimes, when it’s been a while since I last wrote, I get physically agitated. I’m anxious and cloudy and feeling like I’m dangling outside of the physical realm. I realize how, well, ridiculous that sounds, but it’s almost as though there’s so much that needs to come out. And all...
I was sitting with my girlfriend the other day talking about relationships. We both find ourselves in healthy, simple relationships right now… None of the crazy lusty heartbreakinghappiness of infatuated relationships. Let me preface by saying that I’m probably not the most trustworthy opinion on the relationship front; I have...
For some reason, I was writing last night and the phrase “shades of you” came to mind. I liked it, so I ran with it. Twice. … Shades of You (v.1) Shades of you, Lackluster faux-mances without the inside jokes and comfortable silences. Poor perfects don’t stand a chance against...
Part of me is hesitant to even say this aloud (or written. same same). To be honest, I’m more curious than accusatory. And, boys, I don’t mean to offend, but… Consider for a moment the lyrics in the following songs: The Luckiest- Ben Folds Can’t Take My Eyes off You-...
This is a letter on behalf of all women to the “nice boys:” Boys, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you walk me home and carry my shopping bags. I’m sorry for using you as some backassed shrink whenever I had questions about whatever asshole I happened to be dating...