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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 perfume in the bed
The crushed linen […]

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 at […]

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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 asked. […]

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 a […]

. . . 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 heart.

When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And to finally fly apart
We had to cut them off.
–The Shins, “Pink Bullets”
[Hotel Tango: Heather]