Approval Matrix: Sexy Vs. Unsexy Hobbies For Dudes

Approval Matrix: Sexy Vs. Unsexy Hobbies For Dudes

Thanks for the heads-up SB!

help, i have done it again.

My favourite crying song

it's my blog and i'll cry when I want to.

I love a good cry. Seriously. It's very freeing. A good book, sad movie, or depressing song and the waterworks start flowing. Sometimes I watch something sad just to make myself cry. I think it runs in the family. My mom is the youngest of four, and she said that sometimes, she would sit in front of the mirror and watch herself cry because no one else felt sorry for her. I guess that's how I feel sometimes. This probably sound extremely depressing, but I really don't mean it that way. I think it's just a good way to release pent up feelings. Which I have a lot of. But it had been a while since I had a good cry, which is worrisome because I've had a very emotional month. Anyhow, last night I started, and finished Sisterhood Everlasting, the most recent Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants book. I'm not about to spoil anything, but I will say this. It was really fucking sad. I bawled for two hours. It felt great though. Then I listened to some sad music and cried more. Then I slept like a baby. So if you're in need of a good cry, I would definitely recommend it. xx

i cannot compete with you, jolene.

dreaming.

Oh what, you're seeing someone? You're in a relationship? That's cool. I'm not. I'm perpetually single. But whatever. Have you ever dreamed someone into existence? Not like, you dreamed them into existing( a la soul mate) but rather made them show up by thinking about them? I did it tonight. And then I didn't make a move. How lame is that?!?! I went to the effort of dreaming the person there and then didn't do anything about it. Lame. P.S. I really liked your cardigan. xx

i saw you in the wild.

i saw you in the wild. by nmason521 featuring a racerback tank

yes please.

a triumphant return. sorta...

I don't really know where I've been. I mean, I know where I've been, but I guess I don't really know what I've been doing. I took a break from thinking, I think. Tried to slow down on the crazy. Keep calm, and carry on, if you know what I mean. Maybe it's not so much that I stopped thinking, and more that I started accepting. I've had a couple of conversations recently that sorta made me face some less than ideal truths. My mom said I'm too strong, I scare all the boys away. But I don't think that's the problem. Because the right one for me will like that I'm strong. And I'm glad that I'm strong. It takes a lot to break me, and even then, I'm quite resilient. I think one of the most important things I have realized these past couple years, is that if a guy is interested in you, he'll make it happen. I don't sit around waiting anymore. If he wants me, he wants me. That said, I still expect some common courtesy from the guys I'm involved with. I'm not needy, I'm not clingy. I rarely text, or call, or message. So if I made the effort to contact you, it would be nice if you actually bothered to give me some sort of response. And not a week, month, or year later. I hardly think that's too much too expect. Fuck. I kinda feel like Buffy right now, in the middle of Season Two, when Angel goes all demon on her. Except I'm not a badass slayer, and these guys don't have the lack of a soul to blame.

I wish things would just play out how they do in my mind. xx

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howlin' for you.

So the Black Keys concert was last night. It was pretty much unreal. To say I was excited would be an understatement, and they totally surpassed my expectations. My favourite part was the enormous disco ball that came up when they played Everlasting Light. It was almost too much for me to take. Swooooooon. xx

Here's an awesome clip from their show the night before, in Edmonton.

i wanna know.

It's sorta funny that there's not much movement this week. I had an interesting weekend, but I guess now things have died down, I'm still floating in the same space. Does that even make sense? Whatever. Here's the chart. xx