RouletteWeekend

@rouletteweekend
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  • No More Weekend Blog?

    I’ve been kicking around the idea of not posting on the weekend. It seems a lot of people don’t read on Saturday or Sunday and if they do, they are catching up on other, previously missed, blogs. So I wanted to just throw it out there and see a.) what other bloggers who read this… Read more

  • A Cinderella Day

    Today was an odd day. It started like any other Thursday, but ended like a Disney movie or should I say, at a Disney movie. It was both.  I had been giddy for a day or two because I had been texting with TK the DJ, but it became glaringly clear that he was really… Read more

  • How Do You Say “Fuck Yourself” in Poem?

    When I started writing poetry, I think I was in middle school. I may have been even younger. I don’t recall. I’ve blocked out most of my past. I only remember when I see or hear or smell something that reminds me of it. But I’ve always loved poetry. I always liked the rhythm and… Read more

  • My Dirty Little Secret

    Not many people in my circle know that I suffer from anxiety. And those that do, probably doubt me. I’ve learned to hide it well over the years and even to deal with it and accept it.  And maybe mine is different from most or I treat it differently, I don’t really know. I think… Read more

  • The Douchebag’s Guide to Pick Up Lines

    I often wonder if there is some sort of guidebook that single men are looking at in the doctor’s office or while getting their oil changed or if it is just casual barber shop conversation that gives them all the brilliant idea to use a universal line when a woman makes a statement. If you’ve… Read more

  • Stripper Blindness

    My fun little group of friends in North Carolina has been battling pink eye between the bunch of them. The kids have gotten it. The moms have gotten it. And every time they mention it, I always chuckle. Not because I think pink eye is funny, but because the last time I had pink eye,… Read more