I don’t like TV. There are shows on TV that I enjoy, yes, but overall TV is crass and evil and fills your head with shit. It is a waste of time. While I’ve been known to veg in front of the glass teat myself, it’s a diversion for me and not a lifestyle. TV makes you complacent, stupid, and greedy, and while it does so it systematically makes you think you’re cleverer than you really are while simultaneously undermining your self-confidence. Fuck TV. People who watch too much TV are voluntarily crippling themselves.
Hello! Apparently I no longer have your phone number. For that reason I’m resorting to sending you an old-fashioned letter, because I need to go over a few things with you.
In which I feel a little stupid.
On my wedding day, my mother said, “He’ll make a good first husband.” I scowled at her before I laughed, but she was, of course, totally right. He did make a good first husband. Our breakup has been so smooth, really, considering how terribly it could have gone.
Last night [...]
In which I’m quite recovered from my melancholy.
I’ve known for awhile that The Ex has himself a new squeeze, though folks have been trying to hide it from me. (No need to, I’m glad to hear it.) I’ve put a few clues together from various things I was told at the party and things I’ve [...]
In which there’s a state of the union.
I remember thinking last year that my content would get really good because of my change in status. A marriage ending! Then, the dating! Moving! Starting over! Self-discovery! Introspection! I thought I’d have a lot of material.
But because everyone I know reads my blog, I left out a [...]
In which I’m SO GLAD I’m not still with the man.
When I got home from work this evening, The Ex was sitting at the laptop in the living room. Truck was in the bathroom with the door open doing something with his face, and AmmZon was standing around. The Ex was bitching because he was [...]
In which I babble on about nothing, then get down to the point, which is – and I’m sorry if it’s overly pedestrian – to thine own self be true. Or something.
I’m pretty much obsessed with my current read, Imajica. It’s occupying most of my attention. God how I love a good book. I’m in [...]
Continue reading about On Panic and denial. And some other stuff too.
In which it’s not you, it’s me. I mean, it has to be, because the one constant in all my relationships has been — well — me.
I’ve been observing the relationships around me closely since I left my husband. I’ve been wondering what makes some relationships work, and others fail. I’ve been comparing my experience [...]
In which I ponder marriage, sex, duty, and who may have a right to my body.
One of the big problems in my marriage, particularly at the end, was sex. It all seemed terribly complex at the time, with all the love and hurt and rejection on both sides, but in the end the problem can [...]
In which it actually sucks more now than it did before.
I left because I couldn’t give him what he wanted and I couldn’t stomach another goddamned fight. A couple days later he realized I was serious, and started asking me, “So this is it? You’re done? You’re not going to try anymore, you’re just going [...]
