Archive for February, 2005

Time for a change

Monday, February 28th, 2005

The last time the Heartbreaker and I split, I cut 6″ off of my hair. It’s like a physical response to rejection…change your appearance. This time I’ve been thinking of going blonde.
Above is a sample of me as a blonde. I don’t have those shades anymore but you get the […]

Sending a plea to the Fates

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005

I am beginning to feel that when it was time to plan my love life, the Fates took a smoke break.
I pretty much feel like most of my life is under control. I needed to quit drinking so I quit drinking. I wanted to finish college so I finished college. I wanted to buy a […]

Recent graduate

Monday, February 14th, 2005

I just changed my blog format. I thought it looked a little dull so here’s a picture of me with my dad in 197…mff…garble…garble.
This will you give you an idea of how I looked when I graduated in December at the age of thirty…mff.garble…garble.

She knows not what she asks

Monday, February 14th, 2005

My mother, in her own subtle way, is trying to get me to write about new topics. Basically, she wants me to write about anything but The Heartbreaker.
So, she made a request. She informed me that she wants to hear some of the stories from my days in Flagstaff. I’m not sure that she really […]

Peanut butter is comfort food. And comfort music.

Friday, February 11th, 2005

People need to have reliable, easily accessible sources of feel good entertainment.
Here’s mine: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/banana.php
This has made me smile every time I’ve watched it for the past couple of years.Even now.
I know in my heart, that as long as there are poorly animated bananas singing about peanut butter, the prospect of another day is not so […]

This will definitely qualify as “TMI”

Friday, February 11th, 2005

You know what happens to you when you eat asparagus? You know…what happens?
Same thing with SlimFast shakes.

The vultures of the dating world

Wednesday, February 9th, 2005

I love that the ads here are now for online dating services. Swooping in to pick clean the bones of my romantic relationship.
Can’t the web crawler peruse the archives and do their homework by reading about “ointment boy”, “the high-fiver”, and “the whiffer”?
Yeah. I’m really excited by the prospect of going down that road again.