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Make Me Over
The time has come. I have one hundred percent, totally and completely had it. And not just had it, HAD it – in all areas. Life as I know it seems for lack of a better word, just plain fucked. One would say I’ve had a string of bad luck. But to have bad luck,
If It Ain’t Broke…
Maybe we should start at the end – mainly because I don’t know what to tell you about the beginning of your plight. As you’ve already sideways-referenced, if it weren’t for bad luck, you wouldn’t have any luck at all. This is only sexy when it’s part of a blues song… When it happens in
Love Thy Neighbor
I have a crush. And it’s not just a little crush. It’s a big, whopping, full-blown crush. I find myself looking out the window for a glimpse, waiting by the phone, looking at my email every five minutes… amateur stuff that I haven’t done in years. Oh, and I have butterflies. Big, huge butterflies. The
The Evil Next Door
Pray tell, fine lass, how doth thou travel the wrong road, time and time again? Let me count the ways. Are you kidding me? Seriously, you know I love you, but you’re making me scratch my head. This is just plain lame. NOT that it’s so wrong to be friends with the neighborly couple and
Winging It
It’s been said that the best wingman for a single girl is a cute married man. Lucky for me, one just moved in next door. His wife works a lot, he’s a house husband, and I work from home… You know where this is going. I’ve been drinking a lot of beer lately. The wingman
Broken Wing(Man)
Okay, much to discuss. You have a new friend and you’ve been drinking a lot of beer lately. Those are two very positive things in my book. Well, maybe just the beer. And the positive stops there. Call me cynical (and with good reason), but did you lose your innate sense of male-female interaction somewhere
Rated “Ex”
I had a date last night. I didn’t actually go into it thinking it was a date, but by the end, I think it was a date. Yep, it was definitely a date. It was with my ex-boyfriend. This wasn’t just any ex-boyfriend – this is quite possibly, the ex-boyfriend who would have been my
The Ex Factor
Is there anything more complicated and difficult to explain than how and why our stomachs do triple somersaults at the sight of the good ones we had and lost? There was probably a damn good reason at the time, but that reason can be easily forgotten when the only thing that’s changed about them is
