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Throwback Thursday: Date #9

Remember Date #9?  He turned out to be a bit of a jerk in the end.  (Which just goes to prove my theory that you shouldn’t wait on a man who is 20 minutes late to a first date.  And you certainly shouldn’t kiss him at the end of said date, but I didn’t know…

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Bring on the Smashing

It’s been three months and I am feeling angry. So very angry. When the realtor I’ve started working with unlocked the first house on my list, took a look around at the squalor and said, “I hope you’re not afraid of a little work,” I laughed and told her I was not. What I did…

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Wanted: Boyfriend with HBO

Unlike the rest of the free world, I did not watch Game of Thrones last night. This is partially because I no longer have a boyfriend with access to HBO and partially because I was busy replying to student emails with my standard, “The answer IS IN YOUR SYLLABUS!!!” But I digress. Game of Thrones…

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The Friends Conundrum

Okay, ready for Part 2? My big, dark secret? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint. And if you were hoping for reconciliation with TWD or a torrid affair with someone else, I’m afraid you are going to be disappointed. But here’s the thing: I don’t do friends. By which I mean I don’t do friends with…

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Uh Oh… I want to “Share”

It’s getting annoying. TWD and I haven’t been in touch since The Handoff back in January. No drunken texts. No late night booty calls. No Facebook messages. No emails. Nothing. But sometimes I see funny things, or Star Wars things, or funny Star Wars things and I’m like “OMG, TWD has to see this!” I…

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The Semi-Gold Standard

It’s been two months.  I say this not because I’m counting but because one of the self-help articles I read recommended doing so. (Okay, that’s a lie.  I am counting.  But I’m okay with that because it means that time marches on, even if I don’t always feel like I’m marching along with it.) More…

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For What its Worth

In General… I am sorry that we never put that sushi kit to use. I am sorry that we didn’t get to eat the last of the tamales your parents brought from New York (sorry rather, that I didn’t get to eat the last of the tamales… I’m assuming you’ve finished them on your own…