When someone asks me what’s next, after traveling to South Africa, traveling out of the United States for the first time, after dating a thirty-two year old and almost entering a serious relationship with him, after meeting the guy of my dreams, falling head over heels and having to leave him behind ( Read more... )

I look back and read all my past posts from before I left for South Africa and I am overwhelmed. Who was that girl? Was she really me? Have I not grown up since graduating high school? I sound like a high school girl, wrapped around the finger of guys who are smitten with me for one thing only: my body. You have got to be kidding me. What has ( Read more... )

"That's two men down ( Read more... )

I wish I could write him an email, or even a letter letting him know the truth. I have lied to him. A lot of the time when I am fidgety and uncomfortable, I just ramble, letting my imagination run off, letting all these different characters free, hoping to have a part of their world ( Read more... )

I just wish someone would understand ( Read more... )

This poem is how I feel and have felt for the longest time ( Read more... )

How ironic is it that Clara and I are BOTH SICK??
I am not looking forward to the crazy madhouse rush before we leave Chicago. No-No-No...Thank you Amy Winehouse.

TODAY IS MY LAST DAY IN THE 162 OFFICE ( Read more... )

Jealousy can hit when you least expect it.
No matter where you are in life.
No matter who you are with.
If you are happy, or unhappy.
It still comes
And hits you really fucking hard.

Brwyn Mawr. Hot guy. nakedness. sexy-time.
one incredible evening.