Some of you may be wondering how the blog got its name...
In high school my dear, crazy, platonic friend John and I were inseparable. We did everything together - well except for what most high school age teens of the opposite sex were doing. We watched movies, went to concerts, went shopping, out to eat, terrorized the late-night staff at Wal-Mart, and talked about everything under the sun...you get the picture.
He had this obsession with duct tape. Even made a wallet out of the stuff. I remember he would keep rolls of the stuff for no apparent reason. Teenage boys are just an enigma.
After a particularly bad break-up, he told me "Duct tape fixes everything - except for broken hearts".
John has since moved away to sunny California and is happily married. I am living back in my high school bedroom in my hometown and wouldn't be writing this blog if I weren't so incredibly single.
But I've never forgotten my friend's odd piece of advice.
Duct tape might not fix broken hearts - but awesome friends are a great salve!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
I Give Up
I'm done with men. For real this time. I know, I've said it before but this time I really mean it.
Oh yeah - hello everyone. For those who don't know me, suffice it to say my love life is a wreck. It's a 15 car pile up on the Interstate that's so bad rubberneckers on the other side of the road start to crash into each other.
To put it in musical terms, usually I go from this:
To this:
And I don't mean that I go from a funk band with a full horn section to Freddie Mercury prancing around in whatever the hell it is he's (sorta) wearing.
What I mean is, invariably the following scenario plays out: I open my heart to someone. They rip it out and stomp on it. I swear off men. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
It hasn't always been this way for me though. So I have decided to do a full assessment of my so-called love life and figure out exactly why things aren't working out for me. Hell it's cheaper than therapy and probably more productive too.
Oh yeah - hello everyone. For those who don't know me, suffice it to say my love life is a wreck. It's a 15 car pile up on the Interstate that's so bad rubberneckers on the other side of the road start to crash into each other.
To put it in musical terms, usually I go from this:
To this:
And I don't mean that I go from a funk band with a full horn section to Freddie Mercury prancing around in whatever the hell it is he's (sorta) wearing.
What I mean is, invariably the following scenario plays out: I open my heart to someone. They rip it out and stomp on it. I swear off men. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
It hasn't always been this way for me though. So I have decided to do a full assessment of my so-called love life and figure out exactly why things aren't working out for me. Hell it's cheaper than therapy and probably more productive too.
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