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Out of the Frying Pan...: Running in Circles / Standing Still
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Saturday, July 17, 2010. Running in Circles / Standing Still. I'm back to wondering why I even bother. I have a question for the men of the world, particularly single men (okay, and women) in their late 20s/early 30s: Who among us doesn't. Who among us is whole, healthy, fully emotionally functional and ready, at this very moment, right fucking now. To embark on a relationship? Not a single fucking one of us. In stable, healthy relationships! That things will, god forbid, work out. Pretty fucked up, huh?
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Out of the Frying Pan...: Well, That Was Awkward...
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010. Well, That Was Awkward. Sunday was both more and less painful than I expected. I managed to get myself together and, after flipping through all the usual suspects, I finally found an album on my MP3 player to get myself into the necessary mindset to survive the evening. (Amy Winehouse, "Back to Black," in case you were wondering. "Tears Dry on Their Own" is officially my new theme song.). In the game for the rest of that show. So now we have. Posted by the frog princess. Click th...
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Out of the Frying Pan...: How It All Went Down
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Thursday, April 22, 2010. How It All Went Down. So, we talked. I met him at the diner down the street from the theatre an hour or so before our cast was going to see the show in our sister theatre. For the first half hour or so we drank coffee, and chatted, and I laughed hysterically when he managed to launch the contents of a ketchup bottle all over himself (and the neighboring table). And then, we talked. Did I get what I wanted? Of course. Am I sad? I'd be lying if I said there wasn't, but for now I'm...
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Out of the Frying Pan...: Down the Rabbit Hole...
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Monday, April 26, 2010. Down the Rabbit Hole. A word of advice: Exchanging thinly veiled sexual text messages with the guy you want but cannot have is likely not. I'll give you three guesses what I spent an hour or so doing earlier this evening. Just call me Alice. Posted by the frog princess. April 26, 2010 at 2:57 PM. This reminds me of why men go to strip clubs, they just dont have a better reason to overcome that feeling that maybe this time it will be different. Or is that why people date?
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Out of the Frying Pan...: Contradictions
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010. I am both anticipating and dreading seeing Mr. I this afternoon. Dreading, because I'm fairly certain I'm not going to hear what I want to hear. Anticipating, because, damnit, I still fucking like the guy, and I just plain want to see him. My daily horoscope ended with the following: "In your sentimental life, your every desire will be fulfilled with lots of love and availability.". You can stop fucking with me any time now, 'kay? Posted by the frog princess. Ugh good luck honey.
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Out of the Frying Pan...: On Loss
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Friday, February 19, 2010. If I were to venture a guess, I would say that Bruce has been a fixture in my life for about 15 years. Not the chandelier that dominates the entryway and catches your attention each time you pass. More like the simple vase that sits unobtrusively in the corner; present, but never drawing attention to itself. Be interesting, but are somehow rendered inert by the placidity of his demeanor. My greatest sorrow is for her. I mean no disrespect to the man himself, and I worry that so...
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Out of the Frying Pan...: Cracked
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Sunday, April 18, 2010. I cannot believe I am saying this. but it has happened again. I allowed myself to get my hopes up that there could be something there between me and Mr. I, the guy who told. Me that he liked me, that he wanted to get to know me better, who looked at me in a way that made me smile from head to toe. Last night did not end well. Even though I didn't want. To be thinking it, I couldn't help wondering: could it really be happening again? So I did something stupid. He has a lot of preco...
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Out of the Frying Pan...: Love In My Tummy
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010. Love In My Tummy. I owe you people a food post. Seriously. My hard drive is overflowing with photographic documentation of culinary fabulosity, and I simply haven't had the time to share it with you. And I certainly haven't got time to share it all now, so today will be a tribute to my new favourite food blog: Our Best Bites. I found these lovely ladies the other day after following a link to their fabulously inventive Single Serving Pie in a Jar. First up. Chicken Pot Pie.
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Out of the Frying Pan...: Crimes of the Heart
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Wednesday, September 8, 2010. Crimes of the Heart. Open Apologies to Guys I've Treated Poorly. I cheated on a guy. Once. In the 9th grade. I only started dating him at my friends' encouragement. It was a chilly night at a football game, high school hormones were running high, and, in all honesty, I liked the idea of having a boyfriend better than the idea of not. When I think about it, this is probably worse. So, to the guy I only dated to boost my own self-esteem and then proceeded to cheat on- which yo...
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Out of the Frying Pan...
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Sunday, May 9, 2010. Is it possible to cheat on someone you're not even dating? Mr I and I are still at an emotional stalemate, and the other night I chose to compensate for my relative rejection by getting drunk and fooling around with a 23 year old. Again. My reward for this self-destructive behavior is a fucking hickey, and a healthy dose of guilt. Now, this is silly, right? Would be a good thing, but. as stressful and emotionally frustrating as it's been, I've actually enjoyed. Of course, in a few we...