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Some people, despite the fact that they claim to be cat people, are dog people. That's why they smile when they hold dogs and not cats. I have a picture and I can prove my point. Those people don't know what they're talking about. But I know dogs make them happy.

He said he wanted to shake me out of it. He wanted me to wake up. As it happens sometimes, reality called instead. That was the real wake up call.

Reading The dark side of love : the positive role of our negative feelings by Jane Goldberg.

One day I was at work and a customer came over to me to ask me out. It turns out he happens to have a girlfriend and let me just clarify it: she's also a customer. I turned him down at least a couple of times. Later I’ve heard he was asking my co-workers out as well. Apparently, he was desperate. (More on this matter on my next posts about dating and men). He confessed to me - without me even asking him (it seems to me that he suffers of a very severe case of diarrhea of the mouth) - that the reason why they were still together was that every single time he tried to break things off, she would start crying. Maybe, at this point, you are pondering that he's a nice and compassionate guy. I do know that people are not good or bad. But I do know the difference between right and wrong. I saw him again today after (let's just throw a luckily in there to emphasize that I am not into him at all) a long hiatus. He came to talk to me and again without me asking, he gave me the news....

An amazing song by Melody Gardot.

Three years ago I shaved my hair because my mom was sick. In the same year, I wanted to divorce my ex-husband who had married me in 2001 and who had brought me to the United States. I don't know if I feel even more empty now or in the years that we were married. The day I got my citizenship and I was alone in that chair, I felt like crying. My mom wasn't there, he wasn't there. It seemed like I was starting all over, all alone. I miss my hair. I miss that feeling of being wild and naive at the same time. I miss being in college, actually. I used to feel precious. I used to feel different. I was the one who didn't do anything everybody else did. I didn't do drugs, I didn't have sex, I didn't party. I worked and I waited to meet the right person. I was concerned with my future. I wanted to be a better person. I wanted to have it all. I didn't write about my mom this year on May 16th. I did think about her that day as I always do. I didn't k...

Chasing Pavements.