This sucks. (Or, as my physics teacher would remind me, it's all differential pressure ( Read more... )

Today I learned that Luc has procured himself a new girlfriend. Or at least something similar to a girlfriend. I asked him straight out, without an ounce of tact. He spun around and said, "What did you see to make you think so ( Read more... )

Today is cookie day. In fact, today has been cookie day since Saturday, when I decided that I would spend my first Celtic-less Tuesday in the kitchen, perfecting the skills of a good housewife ( Read more... )

Sorting through my Inboxes (most of them are now online caches of letters and receipts scattered around virtual space), I began rereading Alec's correspondence from the first weeks and months of our relationship. The anger and bitterness that have so characterized these past few months dissolved as I did so. What good times we had then, what ( Read more... )

Since Operation No-Name began, Zoe and Killian have been wondering aloud about my target’s identity. I’ve refrained from volunteering this information thus far ( Read more... )

...my melancholy melts under the spell of sugar.

Luc will never love me. I’m not sunny and Spanish and sweet, as his last two girlfriends could claim to be. Maybe if I’m really, really lucky and I manage the clothes and the makeup and the cooking, then one day he’ll look in my direction and no longer see someone whom he cast years ago as his cherished little sister. But I’m not really counting ( Read more... )

This morning when I surfed onto MSN Holland, I noticed a section of dating tips. Curiosity got the better of me so I opened the links and discovered all the things that "He Doesn't Dare Tell You (But That He Wants)," "How to Survive an Affair," and "How to Score With Words," the latter of which instructed the reader on how to develop one's verbal ( Read more... )

After several days of contemplation, I have decided that my approach to Operation No-Name contains a fatal flaw. Since its implementation, I have concentrated far too much energy into attempting to reshape my person. Physically, one could admit that the benefits of gym membership far outweigh the stink of beefcake in the weight room; however, I ( Read more... )

Operation No-Name is postponed indefinitely until I can come to terms with the philosophical crisis raised in yesterday's contemplation on virtue and Self.