March 7, 2013 31 Comments
March 6, 2013 18 Comments
An old post … but still fresh in my heart!
I often wonder when and where I’ll fall in love gain and with whom.
In retrospect, I’ve always fallen in love with smart men who made me laugh. Oh, they made me cry as well, (I wouldn’t be human if I’ve never cried over love) and I suspect that when I find my “true love,” the gamut of emotions I experience will include a few tears, but lots of laughter and joy.
He won’t be perfect, but he’ll be wonderful in my eyes. He won’t be a rocket scientist, but he’ll understand my complexities. He won’t be rich, but he’ll be full of sweetness and light. He won’t be famous, but I’ll know Read more of this post
February 27, 2013 44 Comments
I had drinks with two friends from high school “E” and “N” the other day. After a round of drinks the talk as always, when three crazy chicks get together, got into relationships. Since my love life is as dry as the Sahara desert on a drought and “N‘s” been married forever, which is why she’s more interested in tech gadgets these days, the conversation turned to “E‘s” love life. Here’s the DL.
She dated this guy who gave her his email password so she can check on their hotel reservations for an upcoming vacation. First of all SCHLONGS never give a chick your password unless you REALLY have nothing to hide. Well … so what’s a girl to do with all access to her boyfriend’s email? Well …
“SNOOPYMAIL” of course” Read more of this post
February 18, 2013 19 Comments
Hold my hand and be my love
Together we travel toward long yearned happiness
Where days and nights filled “with us” are the only matters
Making the our waiting worth the restless uncertainty
Hold my hand and let us forget past mistakes
Together we heal the wounds of our Read more of this post
February 16, 2013 53 Comments
Lately I have been thinking that I’m a rather insensitive person. I laugh at the malfunction of the universe because it’s better than crying about it … I say it all the time because … frankly …
being sad sucks…
But I just realized that I haven’t really had a deep thoughtful cry in a very long time. And as “light” as I try to be on this blog, I must admit that my mind is a twisted knot of convolutions most of the time. So … I’ve been asking myself why I react and do certain things the way I do …
I’m a crazy chick when I’m at my best … but is that it? Is it enough to live life always looking at the bright side or the funny side of things? Love? Life? Loss? Relationships? I don’t know …
I know I’m being nebulous, but … I’m cryptic and private that way.
I’ve been so comfortable in not feeling sad that perhaps I’ve given up on true joy? I mean in the most deep soul-filling way …? I don’t know. I just keep telling myself that being sad sucks … and I haven’t been sad in a long time.
So I repeat … lately I’ve been feeling rather off balance as if I’m on the verge of … I don’t know what … maybe I don’t want to know. All I know is that struggling doesn’t make one strong … but it does make one understand better. I want to understand myself better … I want to understand people better … I want to understand you better … I want to be more emphatic … sensitive … and I think this requires a bit of letting oneself face the firing squad.
Here’s hoping that the firing squad are bad shots …
I think I need to feed my soul with writing instead of cocktails tonight …
Be well … my friends.
All my best,
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February 9, 2013 43 Comments
I was talking to my friend the other day and I mentioned that I’d been in a rather moody mood. When was the last time you got any he asked. Any what? (I was playing dumb) You know … sex … he said. Oh that …Well that’s kind of a tricky question I said. That means no he said and added that’s because you’re a dragon lady.
I couldn’t argue with him on that one … it’s not the first time I’ve been called a “fire breather.” Read more of this post
December 3, 2012 31 Comments
He likes your “muffin top.”
He kisses you on the cheek when you’re doing the dishes.
You’re a stinky mess and he still wants to do it.
He gives you “thoughtful” gifts just because.
He notices the small things like how you curl your toes when you laugh.
His eyebrows lift up when he Read more of this post
November 30, 2012 28 Comments