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Let’s talk about sex baby…

… just a heads up.  The following post is rated R for sexual content ;)
It is Saturday night and since I was already rockin amazing sex kitten hair, I decided to “treat” myself to my most scandalous never-worn heels, the oh so flattering vintage slip tucked in my closet, my cleavage baring bra and my favorite [...]

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Dr. Seuss says it best.

In all the times I thought about him when I saw Dr. Seuss,
this makes me think of her ;)

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Things that make me uncomfortable…

My neighbor knocking on my door at 9:48pm asking for $10 for gas money.
Not knowing why Jesse did what she did.
The sushi lady talking about my skin and its perceived connection with my occasional diet coke consumption.
Going to Kells (though I am getting much better Meags).
Wearing jeans.
The thought of someday seeing Carl again.
The old man [...]

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The deal-breaker…

should have been seeing him kiss the obnoxious British girl in the bushes at the house party he brought us to.
should have been the justification he gave me (in a fake British accent) about his girlfriend not liking him.
should have been the glass in my hair and the bruises rung round my arms.
should have been [...]

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Not only my favorite line from Boondock Saints, but also the current state of puzzlement my mind holds.
The situation as I know it:

A while back, a girl named Jenn commented on one of my blogs.  She was friendly, even said I was inspirational.  I followed proper blogging etiquette and read what she had posted in [...]

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For Jennifer…

1) I hate myself because I won’t let myself hate him.
2) I don’t blame her; she is everything I could never be.
3) I gave back my ring even though I loved it so much.
4) I’m so afraid I’ll never get over this; I was so close before…
5) He said he would love me forever and [...]

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Letting Anger out.

I hate that I don’t know what to say and I don’t know how to say it.
I hate that I am not over this and that I still think every day of you and him.
I hate that I stick out my stomach and gaze at the reflection in the mirror of the girl who knew [...]

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My Surgery

The waiting room was cold
though it was March
and the sun was brightly shining.
Decorated like a dental office–
mismatched neutral furniture
and expired parenting magazines
fill in empty spaces
between plastic shrubbery.
I caught the eyes of women around the room
as I waited for my number to be called
I judged them
saw them judging me–
though our reasons the same.
I had paid cash
hoping [...]

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Happily Ever Afters.

Once upon a times,
happily ever afters,
and holding my breath
for what dreams may come
are all things let go
along with pain from my past.
Taking with them dreams
of walking down the aisle–
my dad’s arm wrapped around mine
and being the cutest damn pregnant woman ever.
Dreams of picket fences
and family pictures gone–
replaced with dreams
of hopeful faces
women needing someone to care
to [...]

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