A few years ago, I was told that in order to fulfill my destiny, I needed to toughen my skin. That things were going to be thrown my way and if I couldn't deal with it, I wouldn't make my mark ( Read more... )

Ladies.

Seriously WTF.

One of the things they tell you when training for the marathon is that when you run, your pace should be at a point where you can hold a conversation without gasping for dear life. So it's a good time to shoot the shit with people. My running buddy "Vanessa" was telling me about her new boy situation. I'm always curious as to ( Read more... )

Chicken soup is supposed to make you feel better. But it's actually making me feel worse. Which sucks because it's really good, homemade too, with big juicy chunks of chicken and vegetables. The zucchini tastes like buttery corn. It's delicious. But my brain hurts.

I thought getting drunk because "It's been awhile on a weekday" was a good enough ( Read more... )

Her tears are unstoppable. They descend like streamlined tracks laid down on her face. Her eyes are beginning to recede behind the puffs of skin welled up from below. She doesn't understand it, but she knows her life is cursed ( Read more... )

Dear Jess,

I hate you.

I don't see why you get to see Transformers before I do.

I hate you I hate you I hate you.

p.s. I hate you.

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I don't really hate Jess. She's actually quite splendid.

I don't want to hang out with you if you don't want to be my boyfriend."

Yikes.