Olivia's cynacism was directly proportional to Laura's overwhelming romanticism.

Laura returned from a first date with a man she'd met at a bar and claimed to be in love. Laura was positively gushing and Olivia wanted to vomit.

When I think of Him

Tennesse Williams writes, "In memory everything seems to happen to music."

When Olivia thought of Alan, she heard only foolish music.

Graphic!

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Damn This Life

She tried to make contact again and was ignored.

Removal

Olivia removed the surgical steel bar from her eyebrow. It was time to rid herself of the last reminder of Quinn. He was the domestic violence lawyer that was too interested in committing the crime he was paid to prosecute.

Olivia was ready to be rid of the memory of his control and his jealousy. She needed to be scrubbed of every thought of him.

Removing this small token from her visage was the last step to a full cleansing.

Who wouldn't f%$k Superman

I want an ugly doll

I LOVE these guys!

If only it was this cool to be ugly.

Oliva's heart was pounding when she woke. A single tear slid down her cheek and bounced on the pillow.

Nothing had prepared her to watch Gabe make love to another woman, even if it was just a dream. In the course of the dream he'd broken her heart a multitude of times. Even now, while out of the sandman's grip, her chest hurt. It was difficult to push the images aside.

Was it a manifestation of Olivia's guilt? She'd been trying to forget about Gabe for the past few weeks. Then yesterday he'd sent an email to apologize for his distance. Was his email the ploy that set her unconcious to work?

Whatever the answers were, Olivia knew that, once again, her heart ached for his touch and his smile.

Invisible Girlfriend

Peri was tired of being the docile one, tired of waiting for him to call, tired of hiding from their friends, and tired of being ignored if she tried to initate anything.

At dinner last night with a mutual friend, Peri learned of Alan's jealous habits. Supposedly one night Peri'd been at the bar and a man had his arm around her. Alan walked in, took one look at her, and left.

Peri had stopped dating Jeremy two months ago when she thought there was a chance with Alan. Furthermore, she had plenty of male friends that would be affectionate with her. Whereas, Alan seemed incapable of being the least bit affectionate in public. For more than a year all she'd wanted was to be a part of Alan's life and was always brushed aside.

She'd learned early in her relationships with men that it is easier and less painful to simply walk away than to beg for attention. Although her propensity toward flight left her single and alone, she prefered it.

Things between them were amazing when they were together; however, Alan wasn't honest with or about her. No one should be shoved to the back of the closet. She didn't want to be anyone's dirty little secret.

What was so wrong with being open? What sort of judgement was he so scared of?

Maggie's Return

I now return to you old blogger friend. I've ignored this blog for too long. I was too caught up in silly Livejournal world with people that felt like friends. It is time to start writing again.

It is here that I know very few judging eyes peer. I'm sure many people have forgotten about this place and for that I am thankful.