You can't fix me. I wish you could. I wish I could see what you see when you look at me, because then I might be able to accept your words in that deep down place.
I'm sorry. I feel like you've gotten a bad rap. I BLAME 13-YEAR-OLDS. AND CHICK FLICKS. AND TEENAGERS IN GENERAL. But infatuation, frankly, I THINK YOU'RE AMAZING. You are pretty much one of the best things EVER with your butterfly-inducting, heart-racing, knee-weakening moments. You make the start of relationships TANTALIZING, EARTH-MOVING and all-around OVERWHELMINGLY EXCITING. But yes, yes, … Continue reading Dear infatuation,
All right, ladies. I am officially CALLING YOU OUT. If you read my blog telling men five ways they can MAN UP, you'll know that I am most definitely not picking on OUR DELICATE GENDER. But I am going to give you five ways that you ... (wait for it) .... can WOMAN UP in your life. Now … Continue reading Dear women,
I'm doing it. I'm CALLING YOU OUT. And I'm gonna tell you the things you should do because we as women WANT you to do these things (or at the very least, this woman wants you to do these things). I'll preface this all by saying that men, I think you're great. I love how … Continue reading Dear men,
(Also guy I liked, past tense, once upon a time), I'm gonna give you the best gift EVER. In this post, I will tell you the ways you have DESTROYED MY LIFE and also how you have MADE ME FULL OF JOY. Lastly, I'll let you in on all the crazy things I say in … Continue reading Dear guy I like,
So now that I am at the extremely OLD AGE of nearly 28, you're still not here. In all seriousness, sir, if my parents had told me how long I'd be wearing this purity ring (and all because of your ridiculous TARRYING), I probably would have shrunk back from it in PURE FEAR. So yeah. Your mere … Continue reading Dear Mr. Right, Part 2
My, we are just taking our good ol' time, aren't we? And by we, I mean you. Because I'm here. ALONE. WAITING. Just like that terrible "Lady in Waiting" book I had to read in youth group told me to. And you're nowhere to be found. In fact, I'm starting to really think you don't exist. … Continue reading Dear Mr. Right,