The white webbing between his fingers stretched to transparency; his knuckles, flattened into the hard flex. His eyes were fishbowl large, his gaze, intense. The tightness around them signal extreme vulnerability, loneliness, fear of abandonment. My eyes returned to his hands bracing his dinner plate. Pleading hands, but not for me. For her. For her to … Continue reading Don’t Mistake My Listening To You For Caring About You
Borrowing my friend Waiting For Satan's blogging style, I pose to you the question: what should BA have done to work the situation to his favor?
[Photo courtesy of @sturdyAlex] If you're wondering what kind of person I am in a relationship, pay attention to the blue felt pen writer's responses. Pretty much my dating philosophy.
I get absolutely annoyed when I read discourse on women struggling to kick down doors to enter the entertainment industry. Look, the door's been kicked open. WIDE open (Hurt Locker, anyone? ) The problem lies on the blobby, aged masses who happen to be male, whom restrict creative progress. Not all, obviously. But we gotta … Continue reading Get Your Fat, Lazy Ass Out The Way