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Don't you love that Clay Aiken song?  I wish I could belt it out at the top of my lungs and believe the lyrics, but since we all know that's not going to happen any time soon (I swear to God there is a midget who walks around punching me in the stomach every time I smile), I feel I may as well fake it till I make it.  I know I have two pairs of ( Read more... )

I really don't feel like writing today, but I am going to force myself since I haven't in awhile.  If nothing I say makes sense, forgive me.  I am back to that weird stage of being jealous of myself again.  I'm pretty sure it makes me sick in the head, but I literally stare at pictures of me and Curtis and curse the girl in the picture.  That's ( Read more... )

I have super star moments where I feel sexy and free, outbursts of rage and bitterness fueled by adrenaline that could probably kill them both, spurts of intense sexual frustration, and most frequently a deep, deep debilitating sadness filled with longing and regret.

I often wonder if I will be okay, if this will really go away.  I've decided that ( Read more... )

Blogs are really the coolest invention on earth.  They've existed for several years now (I've had mine since 2002!  Can you believe it?), but I'm newly blog-obsessed.  I've mentioned Miss. Conduct's blog, which I love, and now I'm really into chicintuition.com, Life with Cancer, Suze on Style, and Storked! all on glamour.com.  I've gone through a ( Read more... )

 You see in the past,
I had a dream, a fantasy
I thought that we would last
Become a little family

Then one, two, three, four
the time was flying by, it soared
And it's my gut feeling, it's not happening for me, so

Let's end it on this
Give me one more kiss
Let's end it on this

You see it's hard to face
the addict that's inside of me
I want to fill my glass up
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 #8) My job-No, I don't really LOVE my job, but I'm proud of myself for being where I am.  I spend so much time beating myself up because I'm not a singer or "officially" a writer, but for someone my age, I really have it together more than I think I do.  I'm 22, I have a good degree from a great school, and I have a job that (almost) pays the ( Read more... )

9.) The Lospennato Family-This includes those who do not share the last name, but belong to the crazy group of people I call my own.  Despite my occasional hysterical complaints regarding my family, I really am one of the luckiest people in the world.  During a speech my father gave at my college graduation party this past June, he explained that ( Read more... )

I'm obsessed with Robin Abrahams. She is a columnist/blogger for the Boston Globe Magazine, and my new-found greatest joy in life. I've decided that I've completely figured out what I want to be when I "grow up." A writer. That's it--I don't know how or where or what I will write, but that is what I will do, and I will do it well. It would be nice ( Read more... )