Tag Archives: writing

he didn’t come. I guess this can be filed under “sandra’s terrible luck with boys/men“. At the end of my eighth grade year, we had a school dance. It was a tradition at my school. Maybe it was to distract … Continue reading →

drunk. Christmas Eve last year was… different. My brother-in-law does the cooking. He’s a natural in the kitchen. He used to cook for a living. This year, though, dinner got a little delayed. N (brother-in-law)  hadn’t eaten anything all day. … Continue reading →

missing remote. These are *my* stupid random prompts, and I hate this one. I guess when I feel like the world is against me, I’m leading the charge. No one puts the remotes (yes, plural) away where they belong in … Continue reading →

suicide. Is it true that everyone has thought about committing suicide at least once in their life? I’ll be honest. (I don’t know why I always say that. I’m always honest here. Anonymity rocks.) Anyway. I have thought about it … Continue reading →

bad idea. When I was in college, I met a girl who I considered my best friend. Later in life, I realized that what we had wasn’t true friendship at all. I’m not sure what to call it. We had … Continue reading →

you knew? It was summer break after my junior year of high school. I had a boyfriend, a part-time job at a toy store, and a bunch of friends. Things were going well. Or so I thought. That summer, my … Continue reading →

(Not actually a picture of the two feet of snow we got over the weekend.) It’ll be February tomorrow and [horribly named] Bloganuary is over. I said I was going to make a wrap-up post, but I don’t think I … Continue reading →