Metal Boy sent me a text last week. It's was short, and in my sleep addled state, cryptic.

I resisted the urge to call him about it. (Ok, call him again about it). I did pretty well until Sunday night. I broke down and emailed. It was a short email just saying I wasn't sure if the text was for me, and if it was, I didn't understand. Please explain ( Read more... )

After deleting Metal Boy's phone number for the third time this month, and then clearing my dialed and received phone lists I started to think. How many phone numbers do I have which belong to boys with which I once flirted, or had a week long dating fling? Almost all the guys in my phone belong to one or both of those categories ( Read more... )

Do you remember my abortion dream, I asked my ex-boyfriend this weekend. It was the one where I was kidnapped by a black-tie society and forced to have an abortion.

I lied in my journal about the meaning. I didn't want to admit that the dream meant our relationship was failing.

"So...," he draws out the silence over the phone. "You're telling me ( Read more... )

UM vs. Indiana University tickets.

Craigslist.com: 130-170 dollars.

Ebay: 49.99 plus 12 dollars shipping.

I am the shit.

I got into grad school! Wayne State, Master's of Library Science.

Watch out books. I'm coming to a classroom towards you.

My self destruct style for relationships is: sabotage. That's right. I make them hate me ( Read more... )

I dreamt last night that my high school boyfriend (whom I've only seen twice since I graduated) came over to my house, and told me his girlfriend was in labor.

Huh? 

In April, I started this project. It's wonderful. The yarn is soft, and part model (which feels like silk). I'm dead on with gauge. I checked three times. (Which is weird considering I needed to move up two needle sizes on a different project).

I want to rip it out. I do.  Not because I don't love it. (I do). It's just...I want to make socks. Socks ( Read more... )

It's seventy degrees and I'm wearing wool socks. C'mon, Autumn, get here.

# 9: If he gets angry that you won't put out...

Clarify to him that W. W. J. D does NOT mean "Who Would Jesus Do?"