• 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.

    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

    Jerk

    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 Related Post Hey You Stay Away (and Never Come Back) I Understand

    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.

    Steven.

    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

    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