I haven't heard from the Hungarian in four days.
I'm a touch sad.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Labels
- adulthood (14)
- Alcohol (2)
- baguettes (3)
- Beginnings (55)
- Bizarro (11)
- California (1)
- Catharsis (9)
- clam chowder (1)
- Communication (27)
- Courtesy of: http://www.somuchtotellyou.co.nz/ (1)
- Dating (49)
- Death (2)
- Dissatisfaction (30)
- Distance (19)
- Dreams (4)
- Endings (19)
- facebook chat (1)
- Family (9)
- Fear (21)
- feminist movement (1)
- Friendships (26)
- Future (2)
- gender roles (1)
- Grandparents (2)
- Happiness (71)
- Heels (2)
- Home (11)
- hooking up (3)
- Housing (3)
- Ireland (3)
- JRenee (42)
- Kiss (3)
- Life (39)
- Love (69)
- Marriage (5)
- Music (2)
- New Year's (1)
- New York City (10)
- New York Times (4)
- Nightmares (2)
- Nostalgia (14)
- online dating (1)
- Parents (9)
- Pavement (1)
- Possibilities (57)
- Privacy (1)
- Quotes (1)
- race (1)
- reality (2)
- Relationships (74)
- Resolutions (12)
- romcoms (1)
- Secrets (4)
- Self (22)
- Strangers (9)
- Support (11)
- Surreal (18)
- The Ex Files (18)
- time (1)
- Tortoise Boy (3)
- Weddings (4)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(143)
-
▼
November
(25)
- Smoke
- Don't give away the end, the one thing that stays ...
- Thanksgiving: a feast, a celebration, a step
- The Middle
- Thanks
- Just one smile? Just one little hop?
- Is there a shortage?
- Someday, an ode, perhaps
- Introduction
- I'm Not Sorry I Met You, I'm Not Sorry It's Over, ...
- day turns to night
- Little Bit
- Stuck between the depths of my fears and peaks of ...
- Emerson
- Frida
- “To dance is to be yourself. Larger, more beautifu...
- Tonight, tell me something true
- Don't Hate
- Engagement
- No longer us
- The Back Burner
- Like, today type of now
- The Start
- Bobst
- On Not Playing the Game
-
▼
November
(25)
No comments:
Post a Comment