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This embarrasing stuff happened to me, you wouldn’t want to take credit for my spasticness. Is that a word? And besides, stealing is a blatant violation of the Brownie Code.
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Tag Archives: being single
Too much? Hello, dear friends. I have quite an update to share! Remember how I signed up for eHarmony and joked about a couple of my ridiculous matches? Well…… they weren’t all ridiculous. My One Year Challenge ended in the middle … Continue reading
“Arrrrgh.” It has long been known to me that the people in the Parrot Head subculture are, for the most part, complete lunatics. I don’t mean this as an insensitive, sweeping generalization, but the simple act of stating that I don’t like … Continue reading
In just 9 days, my self-imposed year-long dating embargo will be lifted. I’m proud of myself for making it through a whole year without any slip-ups, but I have some trepidation about what might be on the other side of … Continue reading
I’d hate to break character and post something uplifting, so I’ll talk about my chronic depression. Five years ago I was diagnosed with dysthymia, which is simply (or not so simply) chronic low-grade depression, along with general anxiety disorder about a … Continue reading
Once upon a time I dated a German guy from the little-known, impossible-to-pronouce country town of Schwäbisch Gmünd. Go ahead, try it – you can’t say it, either, can you? I think only people born there can pronounce it. Actually, I … Continue reading
I have a confession to make about my little field trip to the strip club last week with the Adonis and my friend. Adonis very generously provided us each with a stack of singles for insertion (hehe) into various G-strings. At … Continue reading
Sunday morning I woke up, brewed a pot of coffee, sliced up an apple to enjoy with cashew butter until I realized that the cashew butter was rancid and tossed it, so I ate the apple without any sort of dipping … Continue reading
The elusive Great White Buffalo. The one that got away. The big dating ‘what if’. It hit me Friday night that every one of us is somebody’s mythological ‘what if?’… even me. I guess it didn’t really hit me, per … Continue reading
According to completely reliable, not at all bullshit internet articles, based on opinion rather than scientific study, sleeping in the middle of the bed may be detrimental to your romantic future. Supposedly, refusal to cling to one side or the other indicates a … Continue reading