Saturday, August 1, 2015
Monday, October 20, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
The power of youth is on my mind,
Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.
Will you still love me when I shine,
From words but not from beauty?
My father's love was always strong,
My mother's glamour lives on and on,
Yet still inside I felt alone,
For reasons unknown to me.
But if you send for me you know I'll come,
And if you call for me you know I'll run.
I'll run to you, I'll run to you, I'll run, run, run.
I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Well, it's gonna happen!
Because I'm stopping in PARIS!!!
& remember when I introduced you to my favorite artist?
Making it happen!
Because I'll be in AMSTERDAM too!!!
& I know I've talked about this babe
Because my last stop before home is
Ok, ok. I need to keep it together because my heart
is dangerously close to exploding!
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Thank you doctor. No, really.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
His were not pink but I wish they had been. I'd like to think we would have parted ways right then and there, saving me the few hours of my life spent watching him dance around my room in silence with the exception of the occasional outburst.
"I always hear music in my head and I just gotta dance!" "I gotta move!" "I just feel it!"
Somehow I wasn't phased by his purchase or his ADHD and when he wasn't dancing we were making out. He spent the night (for the record, NONE of my clothes came off. If I had slept with him I'd be filled so much shame and regret I would never again have uttered his name let alone blog about him.) and when he left the next morning I pointed him to the bus stop across the street which I could see perfectly from my bedroom window. As I watched him dance across the road he whipped out a do-rag and that my friends is when our relationship came to a screeching halt. At that moment it was as if a
glow stick light bulb went off in my head and I knew we just weren't meant to be.
The resemblance is uncanny.
Pre Kool-aide there was Mike (not to be confused with my HS sweetheart Mike aka The Hawaiian OR the Mike that came about later, the more serious and responsible one.)
No, no! This Mike was a squatter with hot pink, leopard print dyed into his bright yellow hair. When I fist met him he was technically homeless but soon after my crush came on full force he got a mattress on the floor of a shitty punk-rock crash pad.
I'm going to stop there because I can feel you judging me. In my defense I didn't sleep with him either. I may not have been concerned with where he was laying his body & head at night but that doesn't mean I wasn't concerned with my own. Plus I was still in the "make out only" stage of my young adulthood. Thank GOD.
Umm - I just read what I've written so far. I DON'T KNOW YOU GUYS! I DON'T KNOW!
I'm reformed. Fully. Swear. & this isn't even about me so lets move on ok!?
Back to online dating. We only set up Push's profile a few days ago and already I'm exhausted. Guys are SO f'ing annoying.
Anyway, my intention for this post actually wasn't to ramble on about myself but I'll be honest, though some of my friends are/were familiar with Kool-aide &/or Mike I don't think any of them were ever fully aware
of the ridiculously low standards I once had that I suffered a truly serious case of BBFPNBM so in a way this was cathartic. If you're reading any of this and questioning your current relationship I urge you to get help! Get help now! It's not too late. Purge all the Kool-aides and homeless Mikes from your life!
And seriously, stop judging me! PlsKThxBai
Pardon the addendum BUT OH MY MOTHER_F***ING GOD you guys! Why did L just saunter into the living room shirtless with a makeshift do-rag!? He swears up and down he didn't read this post! My heart dropped into my stomach and PTSD kicked in!
This is going to haunt me forever isn't it?!