Quick recap of 2010, for teh lulz.
Taking a break from my Houston holiday to pour out my musings.
Quick Christmas update.
In an interesting turn of events, this silly 2010 resolution is now accomplished.
Yes, it's been five days.
The gentleman and the proletarian.
A dream, home alone, application scares and a date.
He screwed me beyond repair but I'm still giving out my number.
Quitting the job and dealing with 2009 and 2010.
The silence is uncomfortable but you're good looking.
Every wish comes with a price tag.
Four boys, a worrisome caregiver and supporting a great cause.
Stay hopeful or deal with the alternative.
Be kind: be mindful.
A congress, a dangerously hybrid crowd, and awesome company.
I suppose this is what I get for watching too much Dawson's Creek.
You and your fucking power to stir my feelings.
I miss you but I choose distance.
I hadn't felt this accepted in a long time.
One small, simple task, and you managed to screw me.
Haunted and hopeful, as usual.
Concert at the park.
Fuck yeah, small accomplishments and thoughts on Joseph.
I feel doomed but I'll keep trying.
Great news and average news.
Inmensely rewarding and good for my economy.
I like him but, heck, no, I don't.
My life is a fiasco but I still hope things will get better.
Unexpected lunch invitation from a friend that's just a friend.
When? Shit, when is this going to change?
No more Miss Stockholm Syndrome.
On second thought...leave me alone until further notice.
Two years ago today.
My caring boyfriend and the rebound wife.
Fuck those fucking fuckers.
I call it reconnection but it's just the phantom limb kicking in.
The letter's in the mail.
Numb, discouraged, struggling.
Is this heartbreaking present ever going to end?
Turns out, closure IS at my reach.
Two years for the first stage of grief, one day for the other four.
I keep getting hurt.
Quote Adrian Veidt: I did it!
To cheer up, have some drizzle, fries and psychology talk.
I'd like to return the favor: let me show you the door.
(Monday, 09. 27.2010)
Some days I'm more hopeful than others.
Art as therapy.
Two years and I'm only in the second stage of grief.
Get it through your head already!
(Friday, Sept. 17, 2010)
A close encounter with the Smiths.
Saved by a cookie recipe. For now.
Guys that bend my plans and break my heart.
So it seems some men influence my mood.
In your house, eating your cookies.
More financial concerns and seeing Joseph's house.
Nine years of S'sT and dilemmas of the adult life.
His recreational drugs, her sneaky hand.
I'm not a groupie, I'm a...you know, some girl.
In need of the talking cure (and the partying cure).
Man, these two guys keep dragging me in the mud.
JC and I, revisited.
My girlcrush, my dog, my plans and my friend on Mr and Mrs Smith.
Going out with a stranger I met 12 years ago.
His voice over the phone.
A vacation week at home, with full schedule.
I'm so sick of flying solo.
I want to dedicate the 4000th entry to my girlfriend.
I still love you, but you don't have anything I want.
So I attended my ex's wedding.
I wasn't dissapointed because I had no expectations.
The power of high heels.
Yesterday's entry, about a scholarship and some random guy.
The new family member and the Far West.
Oligarch cat is oligarch.
Today on Cosmo: children, romantic partners, adoption, and shoes.
(Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010)
A week of perceived isolation and objective hurt.
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July - December '10
April, May, June '10
January, February, March '10
September, October, November, December '09
June, July, August '09
March, April, May '09
November & December '08
August, September & October '08
May, June & July '08
March & April '08
January & February '08
October and November '07
August and September '07
August - September '06