The title will make sense in a minute, I promise. I didn't post yesterday, so I'm posting today. So it's not Monday. The following post was already published for my "Because it's Wednesday" feature in June 2017 (aka Eye Candy Wednesdays; aka my assortment of boos and baes in the public eye), but I'm reposting …
because it’s Wednesday.
It's been a while since we discussed Wednesday lovelies. Here's one for your consideration. You know how I feel about him. I discussed his blueprint status here. Before my dear Idris, it was him. It's still him. You know how you'll never forget your fourth-grade crush even though you're now in college and your current "true …
because it’s Wednesday.
Because repetition is often the best teacher. Because he is always and forever bae. Because broken record status is the best place to be. Because look at that face. (My goodness.) Because come on. Because black is the color of my true love's hair. Happy Wednesday.
Tips.
As a singleton, invariably, 1) I'm offered someone's murderous son/nephew/cousin/friend/random guy on the street as a potential marriage partner, and 2) I receive plenty of tips and advice about my future marriage. Here are a few of my favorites, along with a bit of commentary. A good marriage consists of two forgivers. I've heard this more than once, …
it is advisable that we not remain friends.
I wrote this in 2012. Stuff was happening back then. These days, my quiet life is unencumbered by angry poems about silly boys. (Primarily because I'm married to Idris.) Happy Friday. it is advisable that we not remain friends. i will sabotage your efforts. you will bring this new girl to me, forgetting that our failed …
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because it’s Wednesday.
Oh, hello. Have we met before? Only in my dreams, you say? I suppose you're right. Maybe we can discuss turning those dreams into reality? That villa in Italy won't be the same without you. (By the way, you're buying us a villa in Italy.) Happy Wednesday, party people. He's mine. Onwards and upwards...
About your Author.
So how are you? Blah. Yeah, me too. So blah that I forgive you for doing this infernal question and answer thing again. Yeah, you must be really blah to actually be forgiving. Even that bit of sarcasm is ok with me. Sigh. What's wrong, pussycat? I'm blah, but you seem a bit more than …
Protective Styles and the Impatient Naturalista.
I can patiently wait in line for tickets to see a Broadway show. I can patiently wait in line at the grocery store. (Especially when IÂ have literally one item and the woman in front of me has 26, even though we're in the 12 items or less lane.) I can patiently wait to meet the …
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to all the boys i’ve “loved” before…
There was the very first guy, *Darrell Henson, whose uncanny resemblance to Michael Jackson meant that I was instantly in love. That was in the 5th grade. We, of course, need to mention Steven Morgan, whose hazel eyes and 6th grade charm meant that I was quickly under his spell. Even when he fell in …
This Square Peg. 