hurricanes blow, but not well

I just messed up. I relapsed on MySpace, and broke no-contact. I checked her page. I feel sick. But, at least it is not the same illness that consumed me for those many months that prompted this blog. Today, thinking about her merely brings on a general malaise and despair that either (1) no woman […]

hating bomarzo

I truly wish that I knew where this anger comes from. It crops up about once a month or so–an almost physiological phenomenon. It usually begins subtly: a restless night’s sleep; a minor mishap. Then a terrible narcissistic envy begins to creep in. Everyone else is happier; luckier; better looking; plain better human beings than […]