I’m feeling some kind of way.
All up in my feelings.
One of the characters from Golden Girls called it “magenta”.
What is this feeling? The short answer is jealousy. The long answer is like a Facebook relationship status: its complicated. Continue reading The Friend Boy Chronicles: Wallowing in freakish misery
That’s it, folks, I’m quitting the Internet. Not for social media or interracial porn, but for dating.
Yes, I’ve said before that dating websites have given me all manner of losers along the spectra of social competency and appropriateness. However, on of my subscriptions auto-renewed before I could cancel it, so I decided to use the extra months to edit my profile and take some social chances. Hell, I’d paid for it, right?
Wrong. If someone ever uses the phrase “social chances” within earshot, scream and run. If you even think it at some desperate point in your existence, stick a sharp pencil into your ear in an attempt to scrub your brain of ill-fated ideas. Trust me, I know. Continue reading Dating While Bipolar: Internet dating is for lunatics
On Monday I turn 38 and, as is wont to happen around my birthday, my penchant for self-reflection intensifies as I contemplate the next year of my life. This year, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to lose this nagging 40 pounds (okay, maybe 50 for good measure), get back into a size 8 [...]
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This time, it’s personal (#NameThatMovie)!
Today I realized that I still have some work to do, but I’m learning a lot about myself. And, as a result, this is THE LAST POST I will write on the Friend Boy saga because I’m going to take my own advice. One of my Twitter [...]