I met a guy. Not just any ol’ guy: in the midst of this heart-wrenching break up, I met a great guy. He’s so handsome. He’s got these dark green eyes and the kind of smile that you notice halfway across the bar. He’s got a great job and great arms. I know because I found every excuse possible to touch them all night long. He’s hilarious and smart and is totally into me too. He’s tall. In fact he’s a solid three inches taller than Romeo. (more…)
See the clip of the original scene here. (Also, watch that gif enough times and you might start to have a seizure. My God. Scroll down right now. SAVE YOURSELF!!!!)
I need a little break from writing about the heart stomping that has been the last three weeks of my life, so I’m temporarily removing myself from my present reality and indulging in a good, old-fashioned #FlashbackFriday. (more…)
New Relationship Smugness is a real thing, y’all.
Rejected titles for this entry include:
- Terrible Poker Face and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
- Not The First Time I’ve Cried at the Gyno
- Some Days You’re the Pigeon; Some Days You’re the Statue
Y’all. Follow me down the rabbit hole…
7:18am Realize that I’ve snoozed 6 times and have way overslept due to my disproportionately awful Oscars party hangover. (Two glasses should not make me feel like all light and sound is trying to punish me… even if my two glasses were extremely large. And full. And black with a small opening at the top. Fine. They were bottles. I drank two bottles. Whatever.) (more…)
I’ve been destroyed by the dissolution of relationships in about as many ways as you could imagine. In attempts to make sure that the heartbreak that I’m barely keeping at arm’s length from being dumped by Romeo doesn’t kill me, over the past two weeks I’ve been doing a post-mortem on all the previous times that a break up has unraveled me, him or both of us in my Little Black Book.
My mantra: You’ve survived this before. You’ll survive this again. (more…)
Some days I think hope is a curse.
You logically know something will never happen. You can clearly state how X, Y and Z factors mean that something is not just unlikely, but borderline impossible. You can articulate quite clearly to everyone around you how you know something is over. And yet, you still can’t shut up that little voice in your heart that hopes. (more…)