7 Achy Breaky Break-up Songs That Make You Bitch Around Like Taylor Swift

You know that feeling when you're almost done moving on, almost ready to love (again), when out of nowhere, good o'l Grim Reaper plays a soul-crushing track on the radio that mercilessly reminds you of your previous break-up. And trust me, this is more painful than the actual break-up. All those good o'l days with your ex dragged back from the dead, constantly fucking up your head. Now, you find out that you're still actually a little too not over it. We suddenly bitch around like Taylor Swift.

Exactly.

Inspirational Stories Of Life

A True Story -- by Ronda Rich

Mary Noble and I slid into the ancient red leather and steel booth of a diner in Birmingham and placed our breakfast order.
As we poured cream into steaming black coffee, we heard the shrilling ring of the telephone at the cash register.
"Diner," answered the aging man with silver hair and loose skin that hung in folds around his neck.
He answered briskly but quicker than you could say "eggs over easy," his voice melted like marshmallows dropped into hot chocolate. "Oh, hey honey."
That's what caught our attention. We hushed, raised our eyebrows and leaned closer to eavesdrop better.
"Where are you?" He waited. "You didn't forget your camera, did you?" Another pause. "Be sure to put it in the basket at airport security. Don't walk through the detector with it. Then, don't forget it. You've got your money, right?" Another pause. "OK, sweetheart. Call me first thing so I'll know you're all right."
He smiled. "I love you. Be careful. Bye, sweetheart."
Really, I don't know how we knew, but somehow we reckoned it was his daughter. Women's intuition, I guess. Though, he did seem too old to have a young daughter that he would be talking to like that. He hung up the phone. We smiled sentimentally like women will do because conversations like that touch our hearts.
"Isn't that sweet?" I asked.
Mary Noble nodded. She turned around, craning her neck to look at the man who was returning to the morning newspaper in the first booth. Then, she sold us out.
"That must have been your daughter. It was so sweet."
He chuckled slightly and blushed. "Yeah, that was my girl."
"It's wonderful to hear a father talk like that," I remarked.
He put the newspaper down. "She's 50 years old." Before that comment could stun us, he continued. "She's got MS (multiple sclerosis). It hasn't progressed much in the past five years. She's going to Washington, D.C." He looked out the large plate glass window, studying the morning sunlight that dappled the trees and cars parked along the street. He waited a long moment before speaking again.
"I love that girl so. She's her mama made over." He shook his head slowly.
That scene hangs with me. In a little Alabama diner on a quiet, tree-lined street, we discovered a father unashamed to say "I love you" to a daughter who was half a century old. And, not embarrassed to say it loud enough for the eager ears of strangers.
Funny, the things that will warm your heart when you tuck your manners away long enough to eavesdrop.
Copyright, 2006, Ronda Rich
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Ronda Rich is the best-selling author of “What Southern Women Know (That Every Woman Should)” and “My Life In The Pits,” as well as authoring "What Southern Women Know About Flirting" and "The Town That Came A-Courtin'." She lives in Gainesville, Georgia. Visit Ronda's web site at www.whatsouthernwomenknow.com.

Looks Don't Matter (A.K.A. You're-Ugly-But-I-Love-You-Anyway)

"Looks don't matter." What a beautiful thing to say, and much more to hear from your lover, especially when you weren't blessed with drop-dead gorgeous looks. It makes one feel truly loved, appreciated, accepted, and fuzzy and tingly on the inside. It makes one think "Gee, how lucky I am to be loved by this beautiful motherfucker when I look like I could play Smeagol minus all the CGI!"

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Misery Miss

Let me tell you about a game I play
Where I close my eyes and fade away

7 Types of People You Should Shun

As humanly as possible, we strive to enjoy and appreciate life from a perspective together with people that acknowledge our distinctions as an individual destined for a greater purpose. The hunger for happiness is an innate desire that no flora and fauna could ever understand nor grasp the meaning behind it. In fact, this euphoria is even amplified when we are surrounded with (interesting) Homo sapiens from all walks of life. Simply said, establishing a relationship (i.e. affair, friendship, etc.) with other people is as normal as eating three times a day. We are humans, and we correlate – the focal part where one depends or affects on another. You definitely can’t be a lone ranger for your entire fucking life. Dude, we all need to bond with other humans. This is what makes us different from other living things such as cacti and horses.

However, the possibility of a person to build a connection or rapport with another person is as the same as the possibility that he/she can completely abolish a well-founded relationship. Imagine: As we are continuously blinded by what we see (for it’s a nature for humans to be visual), we tend to forget how to differentiate what’s right from wrong. Trust me, I heard plethora of stories about friendships gone wrong because of overfamiliarity, disrespect, betrayal and things of such nature. And surprisingly, these are all due to selfishness and/or greed (of course, there are other reasons, but these terms stand out). And what I’m saying is not only about friendship; this goes the same with having a romantic or fuck-purpose relationship. And later will you realize that there’s something wrong; that this is entirely because of how fucking dumb you are to be influenced with people that are completely fucking dumb as well.