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“Let me in.” It is Rebound’s stern voice coming through the door’s intercom. It has been months, close to a year, since I’d last seen him. I press the button and wait as he climbs the stairs of my two-story walk up. Despite having a connection to him I’d stopped seeing him after our second…

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Miss Moxie (Part 2)

Click here for part 1 She fumbles with the button on her jeans, an excited grin plastered to her face with two colors of smudged lipstick bordering her lips emulating a painted clown. What the fuck? Just as she unzips I grab her jeans by the ankles sliding them off with her help. She is…

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Miss Moxie (Part 1)

I need to have her. She is perfect. Everything I want and wanted to be. Cool, short black hair in pigtails, covered in tattoos for as far as the eye could see, and big, mischievous green eyes. I float towards her like a gravitational pull. She is the sun I will revolve around. “Hey.” “Hey.”…

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Delve into 2013

This past year has been the most epic one to date. Within 12 months I landed in a psychiatric hospital, jail, and 3,000 miles from my home. And it all started with the statement on my 27th birthday, “I’m not going to make it to 28.“ I honestly never expected to live this long. As…

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The Rebound

He is on a mission. He needs to forget about his girlfriend, correction, ex-girlfriend. To forget about his troubles with the distraction of whiskey and women. And he is failing miserably. “Fuck it! Ya’ know? I’m single now. I can do what I want,” he repeats his mantra more for himself than for me. I…

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How to Pick Up the Pieces of Your Broken Heart

Spring-cleaning doesn’t stop at the dustpan and mop. The New Year’s feeling of resolution and starting over with a clean slate is enhanced with sunshine and chirping birds. This mentality seems to run through to all aspects of our lives including relationships leaving some to only feel the seasonal rain and stinging bees when the…

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We Weren’t Ever Really Friends

My blog posts I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend and I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend Either are my two most highly view posts. If you haven’t read them they are each about a girl who didn’t want to be my friend anymore. The first one tapered the relationship off slowly, and the second ended…

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I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend Either

Another one bites the dust. You might remember my post I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend – which was about how my closet girlfriend didn’t want to be my friend anymore. Well, history has repeated itself. Since the lost of TC I have found myself part of a cluster of girls that hangout every weekend. I once…

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream

This one is about gender differences. In the wake of my recent (yes, it’s still considered recent) break-up, the people that I normally socialize with have shifted considerable. Singles begot singles. Particularly single boys looking for single girls and vice versa. The typical male thinks that most females are crazy. And I will generally agree…

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What Happened

Single. It’s a lifestyle choice. Not an affliction. I’ll be okay. Seriously. Stop worrying. It’s also not contagious. I don’t know why people, even strangers, want to know “What happened?” Like I’m dying to rehash what went wrong. Why we didn’t work out. They seem so interested. Like I’ll bring some insight into their lives.…