This is what Gwyneth is talking about, right? ….No?! Well, I guess I’m at a complete and total loss then….WOOPs!! Hope your Uncoupling goes just smashing Gwyneth and Chris, conscious or not.
A Super Brief Happy New Year (and more to come)
So, very sorry for the absence. And sorry it has taken until January sixth ( I know! Six whole days in a brand new year!) to say “happy new year!” It will be my resolution to write more ( and to have more stories to write about…hey, also, help a sister out!!!)
But I do have an excuse for my lack of communication. I was away in Israel and as most of the people I went with know, much of our precious wifi time was spent deciding which Instagram filter to use on a picture of a camel. Mayfair…. I’m all about the Mayfair. But anyhoo, tonight I vanish yet again on a redeye to the exotic locale of Aruba (yes, actually awesome) and I will have time to write some stories that I have been meaning to and was just too busy bargaining in the shouk. So happy 2014, and keep your eyes peeled for some more updates soon. And as promised ( kinda) a picture of a camel:
Don’t Judge a Magazine By Its Cover
If you are not aware, I live in Los Angeles. A city that is pretty hard to find a man in, as it seems to be bifurcated into tiny little pockets were you have to find the person that might suit you best. So, any help, guidance, handbooks are welcome. Well, yesterday while purchasing a book at Barnes and Noble….yes, I still buy books…I came across the new issue of Los Angeles magazine, with the cover reading “This Issue is Smokin’! SEX IN LA”
Instagram….for all the Sad Single things I do
Now you can see them all! Follow me @SadSingleGal. I would embed it in to the blog, but wordpress hasn’t quite caught up to 2013 with that….
One is the Lonliest Number…
It is! You know what sucks even worse?
Stupid, stupid Mononucleosis…which some might now from high school (or tv) as “the kissing disease.” Hey at least for once in my life I might actually have gotten it FROM KISSING….
Bu then again, FUCK YOU ASSHOLES that I’ve kissed in the past 4-8 weeks…you probably gave me fucking mono! I hope you feel like scratching out your throat just like I do….
So, please send me well wishes, as my birthday is this week, and this SadSingleGal does not want to spend her special “I’m allowed to get drunk and crazy day” stuck in bed with mono. Let’s all pray it’s something else, and let’s also pray that the men who could have spread this dreaded monster disease to me magically get kicked in the balls somehow…SOMEHOW…just saying.