O crap.

So here I thought I had gained some wisdom with age.

But then, I missed the memo that says "let's take it slow" means, "I'm just looking for a good time."

Ok, to be fair, coming from certain financier type douchebags, it would have been obivious.

Guess I just didn't expect it to apply to one of the "nice" guys.

Oh what a sad, sad day.

Rants to an Online Journal

Dearest Diary,

Please make the crazy bimbo living above me stop pacing her apartment in super loud and annoying heels.

Please also make me less angry.

It's been a long weekend... I need some peace!

Thank you.

XoXo, T.

Bitter, Bitter Pill

So, all that was rainbows and butterflies became shimmery and pale, like the fading mirage of an oasis in the desert.

And, thus with your charming, sneaky demeanor, you handed me a bitter, elephant of a pill to swallow.

Well played!

Let's have a round of applause, and please, take a bow.

And when this applause dies down, please remember to own the shoes you walk in. Because if the shoe fits, you should really own it.

I miss you, so much.

Flu Season

Her powerless struggle is evidenced by fruitless attempts at productivity.

Pathetic.

Unable to focus, her mind wanders.

Is she hungry?  She remembers eating, vaguely.  Is it time to eat again?

Nausea ensues.

Sheer exhaustion enables her to drift into restless sleep, vivid dreams dancing beneath her fluttering lids.

Obsessions consume her hours, blending daybreak to night.

"Patience.  Patience."  She tells herself, feverishly aching for the chill to pass.