• worst advice ever

    by  • February 28, 2010 • 7 Comments

    I’m so sick of hearing people say “you’ll meet someone when you stop looking/ stop thinking about it.” That’s bullshit. Worst advice ever.

    dear one night stand

    by  • February 28, 2010 • 0 Comments

    To you,

    Sometime I wish I could just brush off that night like it wasn’t a big deal, but I can’t. We shared something so intimate and that’s not to be taken lightly.

    I apologize for my contributions to the mess and misunderstandings that followed, but I can’t apologize for the way I feel/felt…only the way I acted as a result.

    IN all honesty, I got carried away. Even though we both said it wasn’t going to go anywhere, part of me hoped it would. I was acting on impulse and not wisely.

    I hope we both find happiness and love, wherever and whenever that may be.

    I hope the rest of this year can be okay between us.



    what if I never find love?

    by  • February 28, 2010 • 4 Comments

    I’m afraid of being alone – of never finding that one special person. My life is so rich in many ways, I have the world’s greatest mother, many supportive friends, and an education that will get me far in life. I am comfortable on my own and I love who I am. I don’t NEED someone else to be whole, but that doesn’t mean I don’t sorely WANT someone. What if I never find that person? OR worse, what if I spend my life with the wrong one?

    I hope to God that I find that person, but I’d rather be alone for life than with someone who doesn’t treat me right.

    I’m in my twenties, so some might say, “stop whining! YOu’re so young.
    You have plenty of time!”…not very helpful.

    I guess I should count my blessings and recognise that love comes in
    many forms. I HAVE found love – in my family and friends….but is it
    selfish of me to want more than that?

    To the “Ex”

    by  • February 28, 2010 • 0 Comments

    You live your life day to day thinking that you are the greatest gift to mankind (and womankind, since it appears you swing both ways).

    You know what? You’re not. You’re a dickhead. And your dental veneers will fall out and you’ll be left with the real, yellowed, decrepit teeth underbeneath. And your teeth will show your true soul. And you won’t be King of the World anymore.

    Not so pretty any more, are you?


    by  • February 28, 2010 • 1 Comment


    I feel right curt at the moment so I ‘s just gonna straight way say that mind of mine’s content. Les’ or more, either works, the routeen of cancelin’ on person with darn nayer no notice ain’t what be considerd consid’rat. It ventures in the opposit direction of bein’ negatavely consid’rat. what they call inconsid’rat. I reckon cancelin’ do be done from time tah time. It be necesseray on ‘ccasion. P’rhaps even oft’n. Those cases, time seem as it ought be given to the ‘im bein’ cancl’d on. Forty five minutes seem like darn nayer no time to me. Ain’t even ‘nough time to pack lunch. Paid to eat ‘lone that day. Was good eatin’, though.

    There is, ‘s well, that pa’t about the consistansee. New job with mos’ certancy is a nayer spotless reson to divurt plans. So was ol’ job an’ new sc’ool an’ new house an’ family an’ pretty much all things always. ‘t ‘s fine. All ‘mportan’ stuff. Jus’ seems I always am t’h end of the rope. If that’s my lot, I take wit’ a wide grin. However, a littl’ time, a littl’ notice for us down here at t’h end would be mighty pleasin’.

    Thanks for your ears,


    by  • February 28, 2010 • 0 Comments

    Dear Friend,

    I just need to get something off my chest.

    I want to be the kind of friend where you feel like you can tell me anything and everything. I want to be the kind of friend who you can call in the middle of the night because you just can’t wait until the morning to tell me something. I want to be the kind of friend that you cannot wait to see even though it has only been two hours since you last saw me. I want to be the kind of friend that you are the first to tell something really exciting to. I want to be the friend whose shoulder you want to cry on when you are sad.

    I want to be this kind of friend to you, but you won’t let me. I need more than what you are giving me. I am not a person who just has a lot of friends, but rather I am a person who enjoys having a few really close friends. I really want you to be one of those friends that shares my life with me, but you are never there. I can’t keep letting myself get hurt and disappointed if that isn’t what you want too. So, I need you to make a decision. Really close friend or the friend next door. There is no in-between here. I see it in black and white. It is up to you.