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Imaginary Dates
It seems that I enjoy torturing myself sometimes. And I have a rich imagination, so I’m good at it. Since I haven’t had a date since my late boyfriend passed away, I sometimes have imaginary dates in my head. For example, the EMP Museum here in Seattle is currently hosting a Campout Cinema Series where…
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I’m Dating Myself
I’ve been in high stress mode for a while now, between the death of my boyfriend, a horrific financial situation, and having to find and then move to another house. I am on the ragged edge. I need a break. It would be really nice if someone would bring me flowers, take me out to…
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Hiccups in Time
I have this nasty habit of imagining how my life is going to play out. Sometimes I project myself far into the future, and other times it’s just me anticipating how an evening is going to go. For example, if I have a job interview, on the way there I imagine what my life will…
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For the Love of Puberty
When I was 13, I fell madly in love with Shaun Cassidy. And what’s not to love? I mean look at him. He was so young and fresh and romantic, in a totally non-sexually threatening kind of way. Every girl’s dream. I would haunt the magazine stands and make sure I got every issue of…
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I’ve Got Your Number. Right Here.
Well, everyone, I’ve got sad news. Today is 12/12/12, and it’s the last day any of us will see a triple date like that in our lifetimes. How sad. I’m sure to some people it’s even very significant, perhaps life-threatening. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if there is a doomsday cult out there somewhere…