The dog ate my homework….
Probably the most commonly heard excuse on tv, but has anyone ever used it in real life? Excuses are sometimes the dumbest thing ever….so obvious and clearly, an excuse!
But sometimes, they serve a great purpose: Continue reading
Well, hey there readers! How are you doing on this lovely, albeit boring Saturday (boring for me…and probably you if you.LAME!! are reading this on Saturday!)? So, being my sad, single self….I am having a massive laundry day… And of course what comes on, but He’s Just Not That Into You….because somehow the TV gods even know that clearly He’s just not that into me and they are trying to give me every possible sign…
So, and obviously this requires some reader PARTICIPATION here, when is your “he’s just not that into me” moment? And beyond that when do you have the moment of “Hey, dude, shit or get of the pot!!” I know, my romanticism is clearly is what has me sorting whites from colors all by my lonesome today, but in a real attempt at learning, I sincerely ask….when are you done? When is the moment that you stop and give up hope, and is that in fact when something happens? And in that case, is it worth it then?? Ok, I’ll stop my ramblings…only because I need to change loads. So please leave some opinion, thought, question, hate comment, note, suggestion, link, picture, ANYTHING! I beg of you!!!!
I’m sure you’ve all heard of PTSD, Post Traumatic STRESS Disorder. Well, guess what, medical community….
I have had all these events….from sending a text!!
I’ve discovered a new medical condition! Post Traumatic TEXT Disorder…Yup! PTTD. You know exactly what I am talking about. Don’t try to give me that shrug and go, wha…I don’t know what you mean…. Continue reading
The following story was sent to me by a reader (and fellow Sad, Single, Gal….):
I cabbed it to a karaoke sports bar the other night with some friends, who also happen to be my neighbors.
There was a small birthday party of strangers going on in another part of the very small, mostly empty bar. (Sad in itself since it was a Friday night.) Cut to an hour later when the Birthday Boy, who isn’t half bad looking, is told he’s on deck to sing “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.” His friend signed him up to it…he doesn’t want to sing it. Somehow he ends up at our table.