I’m curious to know what your favorite Greek Tragedy post (or category) has been.  Please tell me.  I’ll show you mine if you show me yours…

MINE: Great Expectations

About Yours…
Mint Chip:  Most of the sweet natured posts on the site, when a man was extraordinarily good to me, are about my last ex-boyfriend, whom I dated for about a year.  He’s Roo (the one who sent the case of wine,) the guy with the best bedtime stories, who takes up a lot of real estate at the beginning of I remember,  the ever poetic foreign affiars (which wouldn’t surprise me if I ripped off from myself and sent to another guy since then… that’s the worst!  And yes, I’m capable of that),  and who I realized I couldn’t be with at all after posting Safe Bets. For so long, he had been my pacifier, safety, and home.  It ended here.

Let’s not ruin this with words:I wrote this post while I was half asleep.  I awoke, suddenly, in the middle of the night, just as I did LAST NIGHT, and I had to write this down.  Had to or else I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.  I did the same thing last night with my dreams.

Earning Potential: True story, though many people don’t believe it happened.  I promise it did indeed.  I have blonde witnesses.

Deleted Post: This story, along with Rat Pack, was too dirty for the site… it’s not too dirty for the book, though!  Yum.

Confession: I can’t believe I posted this.  I really can be horrid.

Never go to a party hungry, Mother said,
because you’ll eat too much greasy food once you arrive. 
And then you’ll be too tired to dance,
and your lips will look too shiny,
like you spent too much time applying Mac products. 
Then he’ll be afraid you’re not a natural beauty,
so he won’t ask you to dance. 
Then you, with your distended stomach,
will cry and ruin your mascara,
which will drip and damage your dress. 
Then I’ll have to pick it up from the cleaners.
–Stephanie Klein from Mother Said