Today I was doing “cleaning” to prepare for company next week. I’m actually working on those New Years resolutions, as well as moving things around to make the apt as spacious as possible. I’ve still got a crapload of boxes from the house. I counted the other day about 5 boxes, maybe more, of Christmas decorations. A few boxes that [cont...]
I’ve tried to write on this subject before, but always.. without fail.. it either ends up looking like I’m a huge braggart or like I’ve such little self-confidence that the white coats should be at my door in any moment.
This weekend, someone complimented me. This was not your normal.. “That dress looks good on you.” type of compliment. This was a very sweet compliment… unsought.. out of the blue. Had it been a guy giving me the compliment, I’d have swooned.
As you all know, I got out networking. I go out networking OFTEN. So much so that most of my networking pals are quickly becoming good friends (whether they know.. er like it or not).
The funniest was the other night when I was accosted by one of my favorite married hot men friends. I had barely walked in before he’d pulled me aside and away from everyone.
“What was Jack doing with you the other night?”
No man can possibly “Love” you and know for certain that he will want you “no matter what” from simply talking to you online.
Or at least no man in his right mind.
I’m having one of those moments. No no.. not those kind of moments.. You sickos. I’m having one of those reflective moments. It’s caused in part by a separation that I’m feeling acutely, but of which I don’t know for certain is real. I just feel alone. Somewhere along the way, I began to.. Hmm how do I explain this? [cont...]
I was planning on leaving this entire thing out of my blog, but since it was kinda announced on Twitter.. and some people are chomping at the bit to hear how things went.. I feel somewhat obligated to include at least a portion of the events here.
I don’t know how to forgive people who have hurt me. Or at least, that I perceive their actions as hurting me personally. Maybe its more of abandonment?
It’s been 1 year and roughly 9 months since I’ve been a “we”, and yet I keep finding myself saying “Oh yes we used to..” when referring to things that would happen when I was married. Its like that time period is sentenced to the “we” vocabulary.
Well this weekend was quite the WTF weekend. For starters, Friday night I went out with some friends. One of which, Getty is completely obsessed with strip clubs, and now is obsessed with being someone’s Fag Hag. She also just got a 666 tatoo, so we’re all a little WTF worried about her. I honestly think she’s gay, she’s just [cont...]
Friday, I lost 600 lbs of stress. I honestly didn’t think I was that stressed out, but I guess you can have a ton of stress and mentally block it out. I met with lawyer for my business stuff, because I wanted to make sure I had everything filed that I needed filed… legally. I didn’t want to wake up [cont...]
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