I was recently told it was difficult to love me, or maybe it was that I wasn’t easy to love.  Either way, the end result was the same.  I wanted to grab any fleshy piece of skin I could reach and twist until it showed the other person just how hard it really was to love me.   Just another of my lovable traits…violence.

My first reaction, directly after inflicting pain, was indignation.  I am NOT hard to love.  I don’t think he’s hard to love, how could he feel like I was hard to love?  It seems like the person who is going to marry you should think you are easy to love.  Right?  I wondered about his past girlfriends, were they easy to love?  I’ll admit I’m stubborn and opinionated, and outspoken, and I pout, and I’m frequently convinced I’m right, and I may feel as though the gravitational pull of earth has something to do with where I stand….but really, does that equal hard to love? Read the rest of this entry »

So I saw this phrase and I instantly knew it embodied all that is Zachary Forrest.  It just takes his personality and his demeanor and sums it up in 6 little words.

“I’m pretty much a big deal.�

It makes him sound really pompous and pretty much like a jerkass, but he’s not.  I swear.  He is, however, very talented and has a way of making even the worst emotions, the most terrible circumstances, and the most heartbreaking scenarios sound downright poetic.  That may be because he is a poet.

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I think I’m kind of like flint.  But only one little piece of flint. 

Flint by itself is just another rock, but put it context it’s volatile.  You strike one thing against it and you get a spark and you can start a fire.  I say that I’m like flint because I react very ummmm, enthusiastically to things.  I’d like to say that I feel things very deeply, stuff affects me even when it shouldn’t.  It’s why I cry at every single movie where someone falls in love, or someone loses a love, or a friend, or when someone gets defeated, or when someone gets hurt, or when…..you get the point.  Read the rest of this entry »

Zach and I met up with some friends at a local Mexican restaurant called Guerros.  Both of us had eaten there before and we loved the food.  We ate and hung out with our friends and then went home.  I was tossing and turning all night and around 2:00am I woke up realized my stomach was really upset.  I tried to go to the bathroom…but nothing.  Back to bed, up 5 mintues later to try again….nothing.  About 3:00 I bolted up in bed and literally ran to the bathroom.  You know those fancy shower heads that are really wide with a bunch of holes, the ones that mimic a real rainstorm?  Yeah that’s what it was like only instead of crystal clear water coming out of a chrome head, Chicken Especial was raining out of my rear end. Read the rest of this entry »

I don’t think anyone should have to visit a place whose name sounds like Misery.

If you don’t know, I’m talking about Missouri and yes, I’m visiting there this weekend. Let me clarify, I’m driving about 10 hours through the night, to stay for a day and a half and then I’m driving about 10 hours back. I guess you could call that visiting.

It’s happening over Easter weekend. While Easter isn’t much of an active holiday, I still feel like it’s wrong to spend it driving. I keep telling Zach I’ll hide eggs in the car and we can look for them. He doesn’t laugh.

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