I have to have him held hostage in my daydreams. He is the sneeze guard to my buffet of issues that I don’t want to deal with. And these issues are deep-seated and dark and held over from childhood. I do not want to face them now. Maybe not ever. Having no disposable income for… Continue reading she’s got more issues than Vogue
When you live alone, you are always the funniest person in the room. Nobody to compete with for laughs. Except it gets lonely. I have been single since Obama was elected President…the first time…and I would like to know if I have to register online to get a stalker because it would be nice to have… Continue reading what does a single girl have to do?
In my list of top ten favorite books, A Reliable Wife is among them. I love anything that Robert Goolrich pens. I read his most recent tome, The Fall of Princes, and want to stitch this on a pillow: “The greatest sin is to love somebody and not to tell your love. That’s the greatest… Continue reading The Fall of Princes
…The other thing is slightly out of the blue. I love you, is the thing. And I mean love love, not love you, bro. I mean, I am in love with you, and it’s an eye-color kind of love, unchangeable and bright. I know this must be somewhat shocking (appalling?) to you, because you’ve never… Continue reading lust&wonder
He’s managed to embroider himself into my life. After two years, I see him in my future though he’s nowhere in my present. The thread of him weaves in and through me. It’s wound tight around me at night as I slumber in a half-empty bed. It’s next to me in the car as I… Continue reading something completely different, continued
I don’t know when I happened upon this blog, but I’ve been a fan of it for years. She wrote a book too which is equally hilarious. In real life I feel like we would be friends. For these reasons mostly: Today, 2/13/10, is my birthday. I am excited because I am 30 years old and… Continue reading Meaty: Essays – Samantha Irby
Imagine the number of dreams attached to sheets and pillows. Are they washed out in the weekly chores? Are they the keepers of salty tears and cries of passion?