JAN 24, 2011   When Green Eyes Aren't So Pretty I get e-mails from people who read my writing, asking me relationship questions, which I kinda have to laugh at, since I think I'm fairly good at pointing out how fucked up I am when it comes to relationships. In any case, they want to know my opinion of their personal situations. What I think about what's going on in their lives. I don't kid myself and think that they want my actual opinion, I know that they're more or less looking for...

JAN 18, 2011   The Heart, It is a Fucked Up Hunter I think I'm going to start doing some medical studies. Reading up on what makes the heart do what the heart does. Although I suppose I should start with figuring out if it's really the heart that's at the - ha! - heart of all of this. What the hell am I talking about? That feeling you get in your chest when you look at a picture or read a phrase and it registers something deep within you. That sharp pang that grips you, even if only...

JAN 17, 2011   A Return to the Almighty Analogy You'd throw away a broken cordless phone, wouldn't you? Considering how cheap they are to replace these days, you're more likely to go get a new one than to try and fix it, right? You'd throw away that phone without a second thought as you skipped off to Target for a new one. So why is it so hard to throw away a broken relationship? Annie, Annie, Annie.... I can hear you all thinking.... These are PEOPLE we're talking about, not electronic...

JAN 16, 2011   Duplicitous Duplicitous (adjective): "Given to or marked by deliberate deceptiveness in behavior or speech." I realized a couple of things recently about myself and my writing. I tend to mentally Xerox patterns of speech without much given thought. I also have a strangely diverse vocabulary. When I'm reading a novel or any other portion of text, my brain translates certain words that I don't regularly use in my own vernacular as if I were transitioning them from a foreign...

JAN 14, 2011   The AWESOME Rule I don't fancy myself a feminist but I wouldn't consider myself to be one of those females who needs a man to live her life. It's helpful, don't get me wrong. But that's got nothing to do with gender. It's just easier to work in a team. And relationships can be a lot like teamwork. This might come off as sexist, I really don't care. To me, this makes the most sense when it comes to finding a happiness in a relationship. And please forgive me that this isn't...

JAN 13, 2011   Honesty: As Told By Me I struggle with honesty. It's an every day battle where I have to make the decision of when and how I'm going to be honest with the people in my life, from my friends to my family. I've found that I can remain honest 98% of the time, it's just a question of wording. Knowing what to say to which people at which times. If I don't think that I can be honest with one person without betraying the confidence of another, I might duck out of an impending...

JAN 12, 2011 Menage a NO! NO! NO! So The Pap caught Halle Berry arriving at her new boyfriend Olivier Martinez's home in Paris and receiving a warm welcome from his dog friend. A dog friend that looks a little shifty in the eyes to me. A dog friend I don't really trust. A dog friend that takes me back... So, when I first moved to NYC (cue smoke and a rippling screen effect), I met some dude online late one night. We agreed to meet at some bar and eventually we ended up back at his apartment....

JAN 11, 2011   What a Loser He Turned Out to Be... If only I was able to collect some monetary fee every time I had to hear that line. Hell, I'd be charging myself just as much as I would my friends.  The thing that's most interesting about that statement is that he didn't "turn out" to be a loser. He always was one. We just didn't see it until reality was slapping us in the face. For whatever reason, when we meet someone new, there is a delicious sense of novelty swirling in the air...

JAN 10, 2011   What Is Love (Baby Don't Hurt Me)? Sure, I'll hop on that train. What the fuck is love? See, I know what it is for me. I know what it means by my own definition. I feel it when it's there. I have an endless amount of love for my children. My oldest is almost ten, and in these past ten years I've discovered what love is by the look in their eyes when we're just hanging out. I feel it in the pulse beneath their skin when they falls asleep on me as we're watching a DVD....