Showing posts with label post secret. Show all posts
Showing posts with label post secret. Show all posts

Sunday, January 17, 2010

First Jam of 2010



I would have gone!!!!!



Haven't found him yet either . . .


I wish I could say I didn't understand but I completely do.



Thanks.

I have a new husband.



Update: Praying Mantis, by Jim Carroll

Monday, December 28, 2009

Post Secret Goodness



Oh Honey, ask him yourself. Or better yet, ask his cuter friend.
It's too good of a movie to wait to see because of a stupid boy.



Hell yeah.



So true . . .




Tuesday, October 20, 2009

That's It, I quit, I'm Movin' On


Now THAT's depressing.
You've got the love . . .


People are idiots. So are cats . . .
It's the risk that I'm taking.


Amen.
Kooky


And I'm saving all my secrets for a deaf man.
S.O.S.










Bonus: Adele doing Sam Cooke

Saturday, September 5, 2009

I caught them barking at the moon



And on occasion, George Burns.

Chapter 60, Chapter 50



Chapter 74, Chapter 84




With forever beyond our grasp, I will be thankful for what we had.

Chapter 71

Chapter 36

Chapter 27

I could watch Black Cab Sessions all day just for the cabbie intro's. :)

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Want a kid?

Come to Marshalls. We're giving them away free. Normally we'll have Code Adams . . . parents looking for their kids, but the last few days we've been getting kids looking for their parents. Like 3 year olds. All by themselves. So yeah . . . they're cute, they're free, and we'll even let you return them if they don't match your home decor.

"Sorry Ma'am, I couldn't find that dress you wanted, but is this scared, crying 4 year old girl yours? I found her by the door wishing she belonged to someone who gave a shit."






I can relate. That's how I feel when people leave the toilet seat up.






For sanity's sake AND because I honestly believe it, that's how I feel about all my exes. That secret could easily be mine.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Q: Why Does The Nice Guy Finish Last?


(. . . even if he was born to run)

A: Because he never thinks he has to play by the same rules as all the other players.

I wrote about accepting all the horrible things a guy might say to me if I finally told him I cared. I wasn't asking for any explanation of said possible things, I was just recognizing the possibility of those things happening and realizing he was worth all that pain. Like my buddy pointed out tonight no one really "knows" anyone else (don't fuck with me on this point, I'm versed in epistemology) . . . all we have are our beliefs. I finally got to a point where I was certain the pain of losing this guy was something I was prepared to live with. But not getting a chance to try . . . well that was a regret I was not prepared to accept.

Apparently the feeling was not mutual, he still needed more facts. Sorry I didn't come with a receipt and a 30 day money back guarantee. On that note, I hate working the return desk of Marshalls. I hate having to tactfully call people out on lying.

I can be wrong about the facts. I can misunderstand all the reasons. I can miss all the clues.

But how I feel is very much real. And as I've stated previously in past arguments, you can't really argue with feeling.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

That Would Be the Difference Between You and I

I would have . . .

My Favorite Post Secrets This Week





People watching is the number one charm of being out and about.




At least they weren't the only ones or the most fascinating.



"To love oneself is the beginning of a life long romance."--- Oscar Wilde

I finally got to thank this girl at work for finally asking me what I wanted. She didn't tell me what I should do, she didn't tell me how to act, or how the game should be played . . . hell she didn't even tell me she understood how I felt. She asked "Do YOU want to talk to him again?"

At my work last week I had four people asking me for something at the same time. They were standing approximately 5 feet from each other. It didn't bother me so much that they were all asking me for something . . . it bothered me that they didn't notice each other and all seemed perturbed they didn't have my undivided attention. I can't juggle for shit and I'm sorry.

But . . . and maybe you'll understand someday when you're a dad and your wife is calling you upset you forgot something and your boss is threatening you because you aren't putting in the overtime you need and your kids are crying you don't spend enough time with them and . . . the whole time you're trying to hold everything together . . .

Shame on you for putting it all on me.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Ahh! Post Secret, I Love You.

Here are my top three picks from the Post Secret Blog.



♥ ♥ ♥



♥ ♥ ♥




Show love. Get info on how to pre-order the new book here.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Sunday's Secrets

No. I did not know there was a blog for this until Alison told me. Thank you Alison.
Sunday's Secrets rocked my world.
The top one especially, for numerous reasons.


Life is good. Everyone just overreacts. Even me.


I miss the odd smells of Battery Park and the cool feel of the steel on the rails of the Staten Island Ferry . . a little more now that the weather is warming up.