“Yeah but if you explain to a new date that you’re going through a really hard time right now — like a really hard time right now — she’s either going to run the other way because she knows you’re not in a great mental state to begin a new relationship, or she’s going to cling. Big time.” Read the rest of this gem…
A few years ago, on a rare, non-sweltering summer evening in the sandhills of North Carolina, Justin and I sat on our back deck with a couple of grilled steaks Read the rest of this gem…
Recently, Justin and I had a really cool opportunity to head to Charleston, South Carolina, a city I’ve always wanted to visit. (Or at least for the past 5 years that we’ve lived relatively close to it.) Read the rest of this gem…
Oh, my. I don’t know what to say. It looks as though the world is weary of romance – or at least in need of romantic pressure relief – because a tiny, unromantic piece of my little world is being shared today, on Valentine’s Day, on one of my favorite blogs:
It’s a fine-tuned version of my Valentine’s Strip Tease post from last Friday. So, if you want to see what my writing looks like when it’s all professional and polished and edited multiple times and not just pieced together over a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats and coffee-induced caffeine buzz, head on over to Musings on Life and Love and check it out!
Speaking of coffee, I think I’m going to attempt writing this afternoon’s post at a coffee bar after my workout this morning. I had a very good night at the wine bar on Saturday, and that, combined with my newfound fame over on Musings and the $7.88 my writing earned last year, I think I deserve to sit in a trendy coffee bar typing away on my HP Mini while a goth barista brings me steaming venti mugs of non-fat, caramel-choco-mocha lattes because if I’m going to be a writer, I at least have to try to look the part.
Right?
Oh, and as a side-note, THE AVETT BROTHERS performed at the Grammys last night!
I love them so much that I died.
Then I came back to life so I wouldn’t miss the song.
And then I died again.
P.S. This post is for Stacy, because she brought the Avetts and good coffee into my life. She’s not goth, but she’s weird in the most perfect way and sometimes, when I start to confuse myself in line at a coffee place, I just take a deep breath, think WWSD, and sing.
P.P.S. If you haven’t read Stacy’s guest post on this blog, you probably should.