Another Beautiful Day In Chaos

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't…


The soup.

I popped the cork on the bottle as silently as I could and filled a pint glass with cheap champagne. Gulping Cook’s is next level suffering and combined with a fever it’s a miracle I didn’t just die on the spot. With his tea on the stove, soup stock simmering and a pint of Cook’s going down (painfully) quickly, I faced the task at hand. I had to take all […]

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I’d barely gotten my Dumpling to bed before climbing into the bubble bath of my dreams, which doesn’t take much when you have an achy exhausted body and bronchitis. My fever was competing with the water and I felt like a sick soul abandoned in the Sahara. Somehow I’d made it through work today and was barely upright on my way in the door at the end of the day. […]

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Food Fetish

My dad is a chef… so I can lay this fetish at the altar of Daddy issues. I’ve dated a few chefs in the past and have said since I was a child that I could never love a man who couldn’t cook my steak properly. I like mine prepared medium rare which is not difficult. I can do it with my eyes closed…. hell… I can do it in […]

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Dear Lover,

I’ve spent years trying to figure out how to put a bookend on this blog. So many people I DON’T want to read this, do. I can’t stop that, and it changes the way that I write. I leave things out and this is truly for me and no one else. I’m not in need of validation, I’m just a wordy girl with a heart overflowing in adjectives. This has […]

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Apologize like a man.

I’ve hurt myself trying to get over him. Not intentionally, but as a result of the endless search for a coping mechanism that actually works. I can’t find anything that will ease the soul-crushing craving I have for him. My Tinder list of boys is nothing but a bunch of glorified stunt doubles that bore me to tears. The most recent being the most similar, but I can still barely […]

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