March 9, 2010
Tags:
Music, Brother Ali, Sex Toys, Dating, Slump Buster, Technology, Facebook, Recipe, Bread, Bananas, Chocolate, Breakfast, Dessert
Feelings, nothing more than feelings…
Or would you prefer “I can’t make you love me” by Bonnie Raitt? Don’t make me bust out the Coldplay!
Ok, ok, I’ll stop before you barf (and don’t you dare say “it ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings” ‘cause I haven’t
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March 6, 2010
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Slump Buster, Dating, Breakups, Writing, The-Rapist, Travel, Montreal, Canada, Quebec, Recipe, French Toast, Creme Brulee, Breakfast
I guess it’s over…whatever “it” was.
The breakup with Slump Buster wasn’t a bash-you-in-the-knees a la Tonya Harding kind of shock; it was a chip-in-the-windshield-that-slowly-spreads kind of heartbreak. It was so subtle, I didn’t initially recognize my sadness as such. But the tell-tale signs of break-up mode were there: The
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March 4, 2010
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Slump Buster, Family, Dating, Travel, Technology, Texting, Townhome Hunk, Dogs, Babies, Health, TV, Television, The Office, Massage, Recipe, Caramel Pecan Buns, Sticky Buns, Nuts, Breakfast, Pastry, Dough, Bread
I know you wanna know.
And I’ll tell you…but before I do, I need to rewind to that Sunday (a.k.a. Day 28 of my cycle) when I asked (read: insisted) that Slump Buster give me a sexy send-off before my departure for Portland. He begrudgingly agreed, though failed to nail down
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March 2, 2010
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Babies, Chipotle, Chocolate, Cupcakes, The Heavy Table, Health, Parenting, Bakery, Blogs, Writing, Books, Mon Petit Cupcake, Best Sex Writing, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Kerry Cohen, Loose Girl, Slump Buster, Alcohol, Whiskey
Scene: Sunday. Home sweet home. Me standing in front of the bathroom mirror and groaning.
Why? Because I was late. REALLY late…
My cupcake meetup was due to start in ten minutes and I hadn’t even left the house yet. The holdup? I couldn’t zip up any of my clothes. I kid
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March 1, 2010
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Travel, Portland, Grocery Stores, Yogurt, Berries, Granola, TV, Television, Slump Buster, Technology, Facebook, Music, VooDoo Doughnuts, Health
Slump Buster has asked that I refrain from writing about him, a request I find surprising considering where I left off in the last post. You’d think he’d want me to finish that part of the story… (‘Cause if the recent hits are any indication, I know you readers do!)
Well, babe,
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February 27, 2010
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Travel, Portland, Slump Buster, Technology, VooDoo Doughnuts, Doughnuts, Frosting, Bakery, Contraception, Babies, Health, Pregnancy, Friends, TV, Television, Exercise, Candy, Breakups, Writing
My second day in Portland marked Day 30 of my cycle. (I hope you don’t need a tutorial in female reproductive matters, readers. 30 days is late by almost any woman’s calendar.) Baby brain soon polluted my blissful vacation. Chubby cherubs were all over the place! When I flipped on the TV, the first
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February 25, 2010
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Travel, Portland, Eggs, Breakfast, Bagel, Cheese, Sandwich, Whole Foods, Grocery Stores, Writing, Man Eater, Slump Buster, VooDoo Doughnuts
My second day in Portland was just as delicious as the first. On Tuesday morning, after working up a sweat (in the gym, not bed, unfortunately), I hit the streets of Stumptown to hunt down breakfast. I was ravenous, so when I turned the corner and saw the familiar Pita Pit, I almost settled
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February 23, 2010
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Slump Buster, Travel, Portland, Best Sex Writing, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Kerry Cohen, Loose Girl, Books, Writing, Authors, Man Eater, Publishing, Technology, Facebook, Texting, Cupcakes, Steak, Dating
My trip to Portland started off with a bang…but not the kind I was hoping for.
I may go into details in a future post, but the point is I did not get my much fantasized about send-off from Slump Buster on Sunday night (read: steak at the Strip Club, followed by more
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February 23, 2010
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Shrink, The-Rapist, The Mexican, Technology, Writing, Facebook, Adultery, Recipe, Chocolate, Cheesecake, Zebra Cheesecake, Whipped Cream
Man Eater is taking a few days off to binge at VooDoo Doughnuts and hob-nob with sex writers. The following post is from a few months back, but I promise it's just as tasty the second time around.
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“Ho-hum,” I said as I squirmed on Shrink’s couch. “I just don’t know WHAT
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February 20, 2010
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The-Rapist, Therapy, Recipe, Apple Pie, Pink Lady Apples
* PART ONE: THE CLIENT *
You are a 24-year-old single mother of two daughters still in diapers. In the past 12 months, you have been through hell: a divorce, a near-fatal eating disorder, and a broken engagement.
Thank God for therapy. You see your counselor, a middle-aged man, twice a week. He's sensitive. His smile oozes
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