November 2008
15 posts
“Once in your life, if you are very lucky, you will meet the person who divides...”
– Charlie, My Sassy Girl
My personal favorite tracker ever →
The crazy part is I keep expecting to wake up and feel better, to get over it as easily as I fell into it. I find it cruel and unusual that it doesn’t work that way. It was like I looked up one day, and there he was. And I thought, I feel weird. It was strange. I was content. Not in a resigned way, but like my girl MJB sings, Just Fine. I couldn’t remember the last time...
Meiko: You & Onions.
I’m a hot dog Sittin in the fog Waitin for my day in the sun And I’m all alone Far away from home Just me, my mustard, and my bun And though I miss you But time is on my side And though I need you But you and onions make me cry And I’m all beef But I have a heart And it’s splitting now that you’ve gone away And I wish everything was kosher as me But I’m not...
Breast cancer legislation petition →
The Bipartisan Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act Needs Your Support!
On September 25, 2008, the U.S. House of Representatives approved the bipartisan Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act, which would end the practice of “drive-through” mastectomies, when women are forced to leave the hospital within hours of undergoing major breast cancer surgery.
But the act still needs your...
Knit One Save One →
Survive to 5: Save The Children’s campaign to save the lives of children under 5. Even if you don’t know how to knit/crochet, you can still take part!
Chapel Hill?
Any tumblinas in Chapel Hill? I’m visiting this weekend for a wedding and would love to know what to do/see/eat while I’m there. Email me!
xo
“Promise you won’t forget me, because if I thought you would, I’d never leave.”
– Winnie the Pooh.
“Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my...”
– Ptolemy,c.150 AD
I really hate the book “He’s Just Not That Into You.” When I first read it (and wasn’t seeing anyone), it made me feel empowered. “No guy is going to dick me over! Yeah!” but now it just pisses me off. There’s a new someone, and he has his personality quirks just like everyone else. It just matters how happy you are in the combination of the...
we did it!
On this season finale of America’s next President, I bid you all an exciting election day. Today is obviously the day of history, but more importantly the act of patients in voting lines, in our future president, and our country.
“But maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of...”
– Emily Giffin, love the one you’re with.
Failing in love
The irony is maddening.
The slight of hand that hides
how your every breath
used to curse the day you met.
How you used to watch him asleep in your bed
oblivious to the torment left in his fuckwitted wake
and you’d imagine him with a pillow over his face
and your hands holding it there.
Smiling.
Relishing the idea of never having to put up with his
shit again.
And yet,
the thought of...
This is going to hurt
Has he thought about me at all?
Is he going to call?
Is he over me?
Does he still care?
I torture myself with these questions. Remember when you were a kid and you lost a tooth and periodically you’d stick your tongue in that sore and empty space, kind of checking in to see if that hole were still there?
I torture myself with these questions. I know how the situation is going to stack...