My friends are wonderful. And extremely annoying. I'm realizing they're a lot like most other single women over the age of 24. They are on their way to success, hold pride in their life, are confident and attractive, not needy --and yet can't figure out why they don't have a man beside them. They don't necessarily need a man to feel like they are complete (or at least not all of them do) but any person will admit that it feels good to be in a relationship and have someone there. Still,...

So it's 2009 now.  I watched the ball drop with my parents, sister and my bro-in-law.  We all kissed wished eachother a Happy New Year and sat down to watch Kathy Griffin on CNN which we all find fucking funny.  She is so so bad and I love it.  Here is an intro to me. I am 25 years old. I am a student and a USAF Guard member for a state famous for it's shore.  The shore sucks by the way, it's pretty nasty and I am sure you can get the clap just getting in the water.&n...

D and I broke up late last night.  It ended amicably enough, I mean, we're good friends, perfect for each other, but...it wasn't right.  I don't know why, but for some reason we just aren't right for each other.  I don't know how to explain it. He's still buying me lunch today, though.   Just thought I'd update, thanks!  Have a lovely day!

So about two and a half weeks ago, I was with the college radio station at our university's club fair.  At the table next to me was one of my classmates and a friend of his.  Out of laziness, the classmate will be called T and the friend will be called D from here on. The first time I meet D, he starts making fun of me. I have very prominent veins, a phlebotomist's dream arm.  He is immediately attracted to these veins, I think he might be a vampire.  Anyway, I want to kil...

I work hard to try & be positive in life. I've def gotten better at it over the past few years than I ever had been. I finally learned that I should truly be living life for me & that I give people the ability to make me feel bad about myself. I tried to cut out most of the people that made me feel crappy or that were undependable by lacking emotion toward them. It's worked well for the most part and I have definitely learned how much better of a person I am than I ever knew. T...

Well I decided that the only way for me to move on from my current, kick it already it's dead, relationship was to start a new one.  Maybe not the best philosophy on the planet but I'm tired of being alone.  I'm tired of being sad.  Honestly, if I'm not with someone else I will just keep finding myself back with him.  A warrior woman really should have more self-respect than that.  So I decide to put myself out there...on the internet.  I heard from a man tod...

And that's the honest frickin truth. I'm so sick of laying my heart on the line again and again and again (over a period of 4 years) for the same fricking guy.... just to have it stomped on again and again and again. Last week I posted a blog on my myspace site talking about how my heart has been broken by this fuck for the last 4 years and how bad it hurts. Well he called me on Monday the 9th and was drunk and high and was sayin' how we should hang out. Go for a cruise or something...

And the world keeps Crashing down on me I'll take a chance And you'll break my spirit I can't keep up With my own visicous cycle Post office man Ship me away from myself To the one who can't hurt me I know the shipping is high Over the ocean Put me up  ship me off to The one who took a chance 20 days two years ago I'll let the ashes of the memories of all those who weren't so brave out in the sea I still believe in you and me.

17 May 2008.  11:28pm. My hair is sticky and crinkled from the sea water, leaving a thin crust to dry on my body as I lay out on my towel, soaking in the sun, letting it burrow into my skin and latch onto my bones. She stirs on her towel next to mine.  "How is the water?" she asks, peeking (as ever) over her large sunglasses. I snicker.  "Oh, you know how it is.  Invigorating, frenetic, tumultuous, exciting.  All of the above." She...

I don't even bother doing a quick paragraph on the top of these anymore.  I figure, if you're reading this and you don't already know that these are excerpts from my travel journal, you must not come around my blog much.  Kick your shoes up!  Stay awhile.  Say hello. I'm afraid pretty much everyone already knows the deal-io, here. -- 26 Apr 2008.  10:11pm. My phone rings early this morning, and I'm miraculously still asleep.  (This has to be a record for...

If you haven't read the first part yet, best read that first. http://sanchonino.joeuser.com/article/303437/La_casa_vidriera_-_A_Tragedy_in_Two_Acts_part_one -- 05 Mar 2008. 4:24 pm.   Hillary and I went for a walk through the old part of town today, just meandering with no particular destination in mind, and with no other goal than simply being together.   As we strolled slowly, I put my arm around her firm, toned waist. She burned with a vibrance, like a spring that can ...

My entry for the JUWC this time is yet another excerpt from my travel journal.  (I know, it's boring, but it fits the criteria, because every single one of these posts is me standing naked in a glass house, for all of you to see.  I doubt the monkey will make an appearance.) It is divided into two acts (because frankly, it's too long to be one post) and we'll call it "La casa vidriera: A Tragedy in Two Acts - or, Flame and Fizzle". Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your big fa...

Another installment from the beloved country of Spain.  I must admit, I'm having one heck of a good time over here.  This is pretty sappy stuff, though, so schmaltz warning from the get-go.  (What can I say?  Situations like this make me ooze sap.  Like a tree.  A big, old, maple or somesuch.) You know you all love it - that's why you keep coming back and suffering through my crappy sappy posts.  (Same disclaimer as last time - BlueDev, Cedarbird, one w...

I know this is going to sound kinda crazy, but work with me for a moment. Have you ever wondered if our lives really are a lot like Groundhog Day and we just don't realize it? The difference is that they are not presented in quite exactly the same monotonous manner, but in a slightly more candid one. I had a dream last night about R#2 (this'll all make sense in a moment). Very randomly. It's been at least a year since I've thought about him. So why now? Weird thing was in my dream...

There are so many things I can't tell her. It's ironic, because I can tell her anything . Just not everything . You see, she is scared to death of love. This is not an interpretation, she has told me. But that's all right, I told her. Slow is good. Maybe better. The upshot is that all relational issues are dealt with over long periods of time, one at a time. And so they accumulate: I need her to communicate more. I need her to stop attacking the personal preferences that I'm ins...