• Archive for February 19th, 2012

    One Sock.

    by  • February 19, 2012 • Confusion • 9 Comments

    You pulled off my sock, and laughed at me when I protested. So we left one on as we went at it. I have a question… what fuck buddies cuddle before, during, and after sex? What fuck buddies snuggle and watch t.v. shows, holding hands? …We’re not just fuck buddies, are we? Talk to me.

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    I can’t figure you out

    by  • February 19, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Frustration • 1 Comment

    Boy, I can’t figure you out. I confess, I like you. But you knew that already! In fact, you told me you didn’t feel the same way. Then this semester starts, and suddenly, you are touchy feely, flirtatious, and, I don’t know, different. We danced last night, we had so much fun! Granted, you were

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    by  • February 19, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Goodbye • 1 Comment

    Dear Jerk #1, Thank you for showing me that I deserve better. Goodbye. Dear Jerk #2, Thank you for showing me that the “better” definitely has not happened yet either. Goodbye. Sincerely, The best thing you never had

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    My Never-Happily-Ever-After

    by  • February 19, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    I was a pushover today. I forgot all the emotional abuse, the lies, the manipulation while picking up my stuff. You kissed me and suddenly I forgot everything. Words came out of my mouth and my brain became hazy. I couldn’t remember a thing. I felt cloudy…like rain and the smell of dew mixed together.

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    by  • February 19, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Art of the Letter • 0 Comments

    Its 11:20. I’m extremely tempted to text you. I’ve been fighting it all day. I gave in yesterday. But I was good today. I kept looking at my phone hoping you would. You didnt. 11:22. I wanted to text you to say goodnight. Nothing elaborate, just a cute “sweet dreams” kinda deal to let you

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    Vent McComplains-a-Lot

    by  • February 19, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Frustration • 0 Comments

    Mom, first let me start off by saying that you have to be one of the most stupidest people I have ever met. The smallest things set you off: an open door, a tone of voice, a wet sponge that you won’t bother to squeeze dry yourself. Let’s get one thing straight here, I have

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