Tag Archives: anger
Boomerang…Crikey!
I threw him out. He returned. I threw him out. He returned. He threw me out. I returned. You get the idea. One of those disgusting-to-watch relationships where one of the two participants is nice and the other is a … Continue reading
Hello, Old Friend, Please Don’t Eat Me!
I don’t even believe in a real love that lasts anymore. How terrible to feel hopeless about ever being able to keep a love. I am willing to admit it is partially my fault. I don’t choose love wisely. I … Continue reading
3rd verse….Same as the 1st
Tonight I feel physically sick. I have a sinking feeling in my stomach that I am in a mess that is going to be hard to fix. I am unemployed, not by choice. I am alone on a holiday because … Continue reading
Coconut Candy Gram: Get the hell out of this mess now!
I have continued with my resolution to avoid dating sites. They are full of unavailable men. Don’t think I am being critical, because these are my people! I am most comfortable dealing with men on the fringe. Not to say … Continue reading
Dating Site Relapse!
They’re telling me to go to rehab…. I said….Ok, good idea. Y’all, I have had a dating site relapse! I am waking up with the kind of hangover where you smell vomit somewhere in your room…look for it and can’t … Continue reading
It’s been a Berry, Berry Bizarre Month on the Dating Site!
Here is the reality of my Duds-ville dating Disaster: I feel like I need to update y’all on the myriad of men that disappoint. I think I have set an all-time record low on man selection! Professor Poetry: Yikes! He … Continue reading
Gratitude
I didn’t want to post a negative post. I think that says it all. I am anonymously blogging and still feel the pressure to be pleasant. I had a terrible, no-good, awful day at work yesterday. I got written up … Continue reading
So long Golden Oldies!
I think I may abandon ship on the online dating scene. I do not understand the rules or the code evidently. If you are old and fat, you don’t really have a lot of leverage to heckle me for “more … Continue reading
Miss Maribel Maeve Melancholia
I know: That you can be dead without dying. That the breath and life that filled your chest can leave and all that remains is shallow nothingness. The depth of love and dreams and hope exhaled in a breath I … Continue reading