“The commute is killing me,” I said, tears streaming down my face.
My live-in boyfriend Jeff looked at me, puzzled. I couldn’t blame him. The way I behaved when I got home from work every day was, well, puzzling. After a 12-hour work day as a high school teacher and a two-hour commute home through bumper-to-bumper Los Angeles traffic, I arrived home every night in a rage. On the worst days, I would push through the door of our apartment like a tornado, slam it shut, scream at Jeff, run into the bedroom and cry like a five-year-old. This is embarrassing for me to admit, but it’s true. I should probably also mention that I am usually a fairly calm, only occasionally histrionic person. I was not behaving like myself. Keep reading »
Last week I revealed my dating fetish and the Friskyverse so graciously responded by sharing theirs. Reading through the comments, I was reminded, once again, of how crazy specific everyone’s taste is. Just goes to show that one should not to take it too personally when rejection occurs in the dating world. You never really know what a person is into, huh? After the jump, the Friskyverse’s most common dating fetishes. Keep reading »
Last weekend, I stood on the subway platform, thumbing through a magazine and grumbling about how the next train wouldn’t arrive for another 11 minutes. As I waited, more and more feet descended the stairs. Two pairs caught my attention — one was manicured with bright red polish and strapped into a sky high silver sandals, the other was in electric blue stilettos. Both pairs of ankles wobbled as their owners awkwardly lowered their feet. It seemed like at any moment, one—or maybe both—of them would come plummeting down the stairs. A few unsteady steps later, two women appeared in full view—both their faces were flushed and they clung to each other’s arms for dear life. “Wha a you lookin’ at,” one of them slurred to a guy who shook his head as they passed.
These girls were trashed. It was only 8 p.m.
Watching them zig and zag down the subway platform, I felt adrenaline rush through me. I felt like I should do something. But what? These are adults. They’re just having fun, I thought. They can take care of themselves.
But then another part of me thought: how naive. Keep reading »
Happy June 1st, y’all. I’m not exactly sure how time is sprinting by so freaking fast, but we have already almost reached the half point of 2011. [The half point, I guess, would maybe be July 1? Six months completed, six months to go? Whatever. -- Editor] Which makes today a great day to push the reboot button and think about things you’d like to change going forward. Last year, I decided to make some Half Year Resolutions on June 1st because, well, why should January 1st have all the fun? After the jump, my very random list of Half Year Resolutions. Now, share yours in the comments section.
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