Sonofabitch! I'm lost.

So listen, I know we had a really good thing going last year.

I know I've been gone for a while, and although I might not say anything when I pass you in the street, I do miss the hell out of you as I watch you walk by. So please, don't doubt my sincerity when I say that I love you. But see, one day I couldn't get here anymore and I met this new chick standing on the corner. I know you can guess what's coming; after all, you stole me from MySpace so you know I get distracted super easily.… Continue

Hey. Listen, I've been thinking...you know how I sometimes get you into stupid situations with people that consistently show you their true colors? Yeah...start listening to your brain from now on. No matter how good some things feel, they can still turn out bad for you. So stop setting yourself up. You're only damaging me more than you want to admit. I set up walls for a reason, Ma. Who told you to take them shits down in the first place? Yeah, giving up is hard to do, but no one is going to… Continue

He offers a relationship. He offers love and security, intensely insane passion and belly cramping laughter. He offers marriage and a white picket fence with a million kids and two dogs.

Then there is the other. He offers friendship and encouragement. He offers to hold my hand while we run together but slow down when I stumble, and he bandages the wounds that my own mind causes. But he also offers love, and he offers me a choice, and a chance, to grow.



So what to… Continue

Seriously. But I'm becoming increasingly aware that you don't know how to have this conversation. So I'll start. I'll scribe my feelings on this here blog, and hope that you have heard me mention it enough to come check it out one day. If you don't then we'll just keep awkwardly trying to have this conversation, and we will continue to flop about helplessly like worms caught in a puddle.



See Baby, the fact is simply that you don't listen. There. I said it. You claim the same can be… Continue

I need to get laid, kids. Like, really super bad.

And it sucks.

Really, really, sucks.



I'm not one to hide the fact that I like sex...I mean, occupation aside, there is nuthin' wrong with two people sweating together for a few moments. My daughter is proof that I like to fuck. Today I find myself doing some old fashioned feenin' for some good loving and hair pulling. I need to feel his hand wrapped around my throat, and I need to feel my nose nuzzling a nice responsive… Continue