September 2008
24 posts
I was relaying details of my most recent romantic faceplant to my youngest brother two nights ago, grimacing at the horror of how badly I’d managed to mangle everything. We were swapping stories, comparing both his and my recent relationship entanglements as well as those of our other brother, who was not present at the time.
At one point, he looked at me with a shake of his shaggy...
What’s done is done.
playnice:
You spend hours prepping for situations in which you’ll be evaluated. Be it an interview, a test, an audition, or even a first date, you go in there and you give it your all! Then it’s over, thank God. Please resist the urge to pick apart every moment looking for minute missteps and imagining what the other party could glean from your answers. It’s in the past, what’s done is done....
You speak the truth.
playnice:
You did it. You acknowledged the elephant in the room. You said what needed to be said and frankly, I’m proud of you! Now what? Well, I suppose we find a way to deal with the elephant. What were the reactions or non-reactions when you spoke the truth? Is this (A) something worth fighting for or did you (B) just want to clear the air? If the answer is A, awesome- keep fighting, I’m behind...
9th Circle.
Rather than divulge mundane details about why I’m guzzling a bottle of wine at present, I hereby post a quote to summarize the overall sentiment of the day:
Latrelle: BECAUSE I THINK MY HEAD IS GONNA EXPLODE ANY MINUTE IF ANY MORE SHIT HITS THE FAN TODAY!
[pause]
Ty: Did you just say ‘shit?’
Latrelle: I did. I did! And I said ‘damn’ today too. And...
So. True.
As an added bonus, I was just rolling in from another bar so I already had that requisite lining of vodka in my system necessary to meet up with a semi-stranger that has seen me topless.
- The Dating Deviant
"What do women want?"
I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thirfty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their cafe, past...
Personal
I want a man whose body makes mine hum, who when he looks my way the sky goes hazy. Don’t call if you’re boring, crude, or dumb.
Discussions about sports teams turn me numb, and men who can’t stop talking drive me crazy. I want a man whose body makes mine hum,
who sweetly cries my name out as we come, a sensual man, whose touch makes me feel dizzy. Don’t call if...
A drink with something in it
There is something about a Martini, A tingle remarkably pleasant; a yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something about a Martini, Ere the dining and dancing begin, And to tell you the truth, It is not the vermouth - I think that perhaps it’s the gin.
- Ogden Nash
“we forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. we forget...”
– joan didion (via paperbackgirl) (via finallyseeing) (via rgeissler)
If it feels bad, stop doing it.
playnice:
*Classic “morning after a rough night” pep talk*
Je deteste le matin. If you’re blue this morning, if you’re feeling guilty, remorseful, or full of self-loathing, my best advice is don’t do anything drastic while bummed. Don’t chop your hair off or text old lovers; definitely don’t ingest any depressant (I’m lookin at you, booze). Please, try to stop beating yourself up. When the...
... and all the world is green. (tom waits)
My first good friend, my own age, has cancer.*
God, I can’t even type that.
And what’s even more impossible to grasp… this is only the first… of all of it. So many more emails to come over the next several decades - health, birth, death, remission, stage-this-and-that, progress, battle, hospital, accident, tragedy, miracle.
And so it begins… life.
*so soon?
Kissing is the best part.
luxnightmare:
(Or, a rare glimpse into my heart.)
I think what I really learned from years of being slutty is that kissing is the best part.
Unless you’re getting into a relationship, there’s this inevitable sadness to all sexual encounters — even good sexual encounters, even the best sex — because it means the end of it all. The end of the flirtation, the moment of promise, the anticipation,...
Putting the 'Labor' in Labor Day, 2K8
Have just spent over 3 hours in front of this screen meticulously perusing rental sites, classifieds, and listing agencies.
I move in October.
My eyes are crossed.
I have a headache.
All I want is something in my current neighborhood, exceptionally charming, spacious, with a wealth of closet space, elegant, well-lit, and super-cheap. Strangely enough, it’s not such an easy find. Who...
