I’ve been pining for the girl of my dreams ever since I was a wee one and had my heart broken by an 8 year old who tore up my Valentine’s card and then kicked me in the shinny. Since then, over the years my dream girl had always become nothing more than a part…

Ugh, I can’t sleep. See, it used to be whenever I had trouble falling asleep I would think about how I’d meet my dream girl, exploring all the possibilities on how we’d end up together and fall in love. Just holding on to those dreams would put my mind at enough ease that I could…

Certain events in the past have played a significant role in devastating my pysche, which by themselves really don’t seem like anything noteworthy, until you consider the context in which they happened. For example, when I first started blogging, one of my secret desires behind my decision to blog, was that by putting my thoughts…