May 2009
3 posts
And now I’m fairly certain that the dreamy vegetarian is blowing off our plans for tonight. Plans that were his idea. That he talked about a lot on Monday. Taco truck, here I come…
Pigs Must Be Circling My Head
I’ve met someone who has everything I’m looking for. Pigs. Flying.
Have Pigs Flown?
I’m smitten with a vegetarian. Smitten, I say. Aboslutely smitten. Did I mention I was smitten?
August 2008
1 post
Pretty Fucking Proud of Myself
Today C sent me a friend request via a certain social networking site, and I rejected him. I finally reached a point where I completely stopped thinking about him, so why would I want his info showing up in my feed all the time? I was just thinking recently (on one occasion I was thinking of him) that I’m so glad I’m not with him now because he wouldn’t allow me to enjoy...
July 2008
2 posts
Best. Weekend. Ever.
Today
Today would have been my three-year anniversary with C. I only remembered because A invited me to Shakespeare in the Park tonight, and that’s what we did on our first date. Weird.
I’m so glad I’m not with him so I can actually enjoy what’s going on in my life right now. He would not have let me.
June 2008
3 posts
Big Head
I just added myself to the “Notable People” section of my high school’s alumni page. Is that bad?
LOL
I was emailing with a guy on Nerve. He seemed okay, not great. Then he used “lol.” Done.
Falling in Love with New York All Over Again
I love it. All of it. And I’m feeling so fucking happy. And I haven’t been laid in forever. Hm. Life is good. I need to get my bike…
May 2008
1 post
Problems
Why am I so attracted to guys who have problems in the following categories: 1) Health 2) Drugs 3) Life I jut had a date with a 31-year-old, undergraduate, stoner, heart-attack victim. Seriously, all of those things make me want to run, but he’s the first guy I’ve been really attracted to since the last guy with health/life/drug problems I went out with. Fuck. What is WRONG with me?
April 2008
1 post
Fucking Facebook
Somehow my ex-boyfriend’s ukulele performance video showed up on my Facebook feed. Since when does he play the fucking ukulele?
March 2008
4 posts
Do What I Love
I finally turned in my book edits. And then I started writing a novel. Crazy. It makes me wonder, though, if I can do what I love and still love someone. I don’t really want to hang out with people, I just want to write and do my thing. And falling for someone would mean thinking about that person all the time and not my writing. And I don’t really want that. Maybe I will be the crazy...
Another One Bites The Dust
I started this blog a little over a month ago because I felt kind-of bad dumping someone over email, but also wanted to write about it. Well, I’ve done it again. But we met over The Internets, and only had three dates, so I don’t feel as bad about it. Anyway, waiting for my evil genius on a white horse… I’m having steak and eggs for breakfast.
Well, hey.
At least I’m getting some good sex out of it.
Smarty Pants.
I think I’d rather date an intelligent jerk than a not-so-smart nice guy. Intelligent jerks are pretty fucking interesting. But really, is it too much to ask to want to date someone who is smarter than I am?
February 2008
7 posts
My Love Affair With Food (Including Tacos)
Is it really that hard to just not eat so much? Why do I always feel the need to eat until I’m absolutely stuffed? Why do I love it so much? I wish it was just something I had to do but I want to, all the time. If I could marry food and make babies with it and eat my babies I would. No, not really, but still, fucking food…
Feeling Groovy
It’s a holiday. And the sun is shining. And my window is open. And I stretched even though my bones creaked. And I feel good. I found the grad program I want (Northwestern!) and am super psyched to move to Chicago. And I have a date Wednesday. AND, I went to the Taco Truck this weekend. Life is good.
My Song
My song is on in BL. Yeah. She had a place in his life.
Three Months
It’s been almost three months since I’ve had sex and it’s really getting to me. Time Out was a disaster.
The Bright Side
I get to vote tomorrow and take a free burlesque class for my job on Wednesday.
CCR
It’s funny how CCR can bring people together. I love it.
$2
It’s not the two dollars so much as the principle of the two dollars. If I pay for a subway ride I can’t take due a problem caused by the MTA, I should be refunded for the ride. I feel bad that the guy in the booth was a scared man with a stutter—who, in hindsight, I probably scared more—but really, it’s the fucking principle.
January 2008
20 posts
Sometimes I Want to Crawl Into a Hole
Not crawl into a hole and die, but crawl into a hole and stay there for a while. And not tell anyone where I am. And I want to cry and get dirty and gross and let my belly hang out and not care. Then I want to take a warm bath and crawl into bed and then stay there for a really long time.
Thoughts on Ex Boyfriends and Bad Haircuts
Because of a certain incident having to do with cankles, the idea of C was put back into my mind recently. And I look at my time with him like I do my spiky blonde hair back in the day: I appreciate it for what it was, how it made me feel at the time, but I know looking back that it was a bad decision and I have no desire to ever go back there. And it feels really good to say that honestly. And to...
Pause
I wish life had a pause button. And that I could get shit done while life was on pause. I just want to move to Chicago and get married and have babies and still have lots of sex. And “still” being when I get married, because I’m certainly not having any now.
Shot Down
So I put myself out there. And then I got shot down. So much for putting myself out there.
New Plan.
Every day send an email to a new guy telling him I’m interested in him, any guy I’ve ever even been slightly interested in. Then, every day the nerves will make me not want to eat. Then I’ll get really skinny, then everyone will be interested in me. Or so I’d like to think.
And...
All of a sudden I’m the saddest girl ever. I knew I shouldn’t have let myself get worked up about it. Good things like that just don’t happen to me. Fuck.
Excited
I’m pretty excited for Tuesday. And in a different way than I thought I’d be.
Titanic Cock
Last week my friend and I were making up porn movie titles based on other movies. The only one I came up with was “Titanic Cock.” I have no future in porn, at least not the writing side. So now I’m finishing my book with Titanic on in the background and the silly love scene in the car under the deck is making me hot. Because I haven’t had sex in two months. I’m...
In My Own Private Hell
Why didn’t I just write this book before it was due? Fuck. I just want to hang out at the taco truck and pretend things don’t matter to me. I’d like to think it would be nice not to have a care in the world. And maybe for a few days, it would be.
Hairs and Smells
My bed is full of cat hair. I need to get my hair cut. The apartment downstairs reeks of cumin, bleach, cigarette smoke and flowery air freshener from a can.
Is Technology Ruining Your Life, er, Relationship →
Procrastination
I don’t think I’ve excelled more at anything in my life.
The Internets
Sometimes I just want to quit The Internets. But then what the fuck would I do?
I Worry
I worry I’ll never find someone who I’m crazy about who is also crazy about me. I shouldn’t be worrying about such things when I have a book due in five days that I have yet to write, really.
Wondering
Why I bring so much stress into my own life? And why did I ever think it was a good idea to write a book? Or why did I not write it when I had the time?
Why
Why do we not want the ones who want us and pine over the ones that treat us like shit? Let’s just all eat tacos together. Naked.
I want to feel the rain on my skin.
No one else can do it for me. Today is where my book begins. The rest is still unwritten. I want a fucking taco.
I would love to...
…keep my internet life separate from my sex life. Is this possible?
Breaking Up Over Email
Question: If you meet someone online, and have only two dates, is it or is it not acceptable to break it off over email?