Tag: love

TGIF (vol. 2): leave me alone…wait, hold on.

Sooooo….this came up a few days ago in a google.   And…I didn’t hate all of it. Just some of it. Here’s the link. It talks about ways men can make women fall in love with them. It also brought to mind a song I was listening to just the other day that seems vaguely appropriate,

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do I need a Person?

Anyone who watches Grey’s Anatomy knows what a Person is. For those that don’t, your Person is the one you call when everything is wrong, or right, or you just plain need someone to talk to. You can always count on your Person to welcome you even in the middle of the night and you

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damage control

OK. I have got to keep a positive attitude. I read in USAToday that people don’t get lonely because they’re depressed, they get depressed because they are lonely. Lonely people also are sick more frequently and lead shorter lives. How’s that for a reason to be optimistic? I have therefore compiled a list of reasons

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where i’ve been: part one

As I mentioned in an earlier post that probably got lost amidst all the old myspaz blogs that I copied over, I started a new blog here. This works well because I really only used Myspaz for blogging and this here site supports that quite well. Hopefully at some point I will have some blogfriends,

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pontifications and lawn boys

I’m watching the Wedding Planner. Total fluff, I know I know, but Matthew McConaughey is the future Mr. 2N and I love love love this movie. Between my future husband cancelling his wedding on the day of, and Jennifer Lopez walking out on the kid that eats mud, it brings to mind a question I

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santo and soldierboy

Some stuff happened tonight that brought to my mind memories of this one time before. No, not in band camp. And no flutes or any other sort of musical instruments put places that they shouldn’t be. This is just about…this one time. Period. I said before that I’ve had three “I Love You” relationships. This

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on the spilling of the guts

Relationships are funny things. Someone asked me the other day, whether I thought that writing out my story for the world to see before my son could see it, whether it wasn’t just a bit premature. Asking if writing about it didn’t cheapen it, somehow. I considered. It’s true that sharing your experiences with someone

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