And an idiot. Some would even call me psycho or nuts. And an asshole. And I hate myself for it.

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It’s true: Blue October‘s “Breakfast After 10” is probably my favorite breakup song ever. White kitchen walls with a thousand windows Turn on Winston in the den And I’m still asleep but I can hear the piano When you make breakfast after 10 And I smell the coffee on your fingers I still smell the [...]

This is an interesting tidbit that validates my happiness at having such a great relationship with my parents: So you’re between the ages of 13 and 24. What makes you happy? A worried, weary parent might imagine the answer to sound something like this: Sex, drugs, a little rock ‘n’ roll. Maybe some cash, or [...]

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Lindsay never would have known I cheated* had I not told her. She asked me twice back-to-back, and I told her the truth the second time — quite unlike her when I knew, intuitively, that she’d started cheating. She flaunted her cheating, but refused for two weeks to be honest with me about it when [...]

I agree with daddy’s little secret: I know who to call at 4 pm, 10 pm, and 2 am for some booty but who the hell is going to take a 5 am snuggle-call? Sometimes that’s all I need–just a snuggle–a kiss on the shoulder, an arm pulling me in close, the steady rhythm of [...]

. . . from all this (the break-up), it’s how many friends I have and how absolutely wonderful they are. In no particular order, mad props to these folks: If I missed anyone, it’s probably because I couldn’t find a picture of you. But thank you. Thank all of you from the bottom of my [...]