they say summer love is fleeting. but sometimes what starts as a fling can lead to the real thing.

It shouldn't come as a surprise, but there's been no summer love for this girl.  Zilch. Nada. Niente.  Besides the green-shirted one night stand a few months ago, I have spent my summer nights in the company of many entertaining guests, sensational girlfriends, and an adorable toddler named Max.  Actually, those are the only people in Chicago that I wanted … Continue reading they say summer love is fleeting. but sometimes what starts as a fling can lead to the real thing.

i know that i am nothing new. there’s so much more than me and you.

I can honestly say that I've never been so impressed by a guy in my life.  That alone makes it obvious that I'm crushing on someone- oh gosh, I even got weak in the knees before seeing him once.  Anyways, he's pretty fantastic.  Better than any fantasy my imaginative mind could concoct.  Certainly one of those guys … Continue reading i know that i am nothing new. there’s so much more than me and you.

“i’m sure i’ll find a way to ruin this somehow.”

Well kids, the sun has been shining here in Chicago, allowing us to flirt with the notion that winter may F.I.N.A.L.L.Y. be on its way out the door.  So after the sad goodbyes to Kristin & Cindy (Kristin's mom) early this morning, I pulled myself together- as much as possible-  and headed downtown to the office.  As soon as … Continue reading “i’m sure i’ll find a way to ruin this somehow.”

regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made. who would have known how bittersweet this would taste.

I woke up thinking about him the other morning.  "Him" being that boy that I used to wake up every morning thinking about, not to mention fall asleep thinking about and waking in the middle of the night, tossing and turning, trying not to think about him.  From what I remember, he appeared in my dream … Continue reading regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made. who would have known how bittersweet this would taste.

one more unfinished song

If I run, will you run after me? If I walk,  will you wait patiently? If I fall, will you have sympathy? If I run, if I run, will you run after me? If I Run by The Harters  In the land before blogs there were diaries, or journals as we prefer to call them.  If I was a betting … Continue reading one more unfinished song