My Continued Adventures on eHARMony
You’ll have noticed that I’ve not said much about eHarmony lately. This is because eHarmony sucks. If it wasn’t for the fact that I still, on…
The Final Installment: My Worst Valentine’s EVER
I’ve never been very good at science or math or any of the academic disciplines that require you to predict how something’s going to turn out. …
My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part II
Valentine’s Day 2004: The honor of my second-worst VDay goes to my first boyfriend as well. (Sorry.) Although I didn’t realize it at the time, I…
My Best Valentine’s Day (Obviously Not This Year)
Valentine’s Day. You had to see it coming. I can’t write a blog that’s primarily about dating and let the holiday slip by unnoticed, even though…
Then Again, Maybe Not
It’s been over 36 hours since I sent my cheeky little text to PSM#2. Not that I’m counting, but if I was I’d have come to…
Why I Enjoy Paying Taxes
For the second year in a row, I’ve earned enough money as a freelancer to pay taxes. Despite the unending paperwork that goes along with working…
Boys and the Blogosphere
It’s no fun being sunburned when the majority of your daily interactions include two rather rambunctious dogs and a gaggle of equally rambunctious preschoolers. Don’t touch…
Welcome to Miami
You know those idiots from the Midwest who lose their minds when they go to the beach? They only have a weekend in Florida so they…
Aren’t We Supposed to Learn from History?
Somehow, inexplicably, I’m still alive. Obviously it’s because I’m meant to return to the activist ways of my youth and go storming the halls of Congress…
According to Austen
The great Jane Austen once wrote “A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.” She…
Has it Really Come to THIS?
I have blog envy. My best friend from high school has just started a new blog called Where Is My Suitcase and even though I’m happy…
What Really Happened with Date #17?
I did it. I resisted the urge to text PSM#2, spent Thursday night alone and headed off to my Quaker retreat with nary a word to…
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