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Every girl should be so lucky to have a guy friend like Bones. You know, the type that reminds you that not all guys are emotionally-constipated jagoffs looking to score. I mean yes, my core group of guy friends (which includes Wolf and Taz) are generally pretty great, but they have their jerky tendencies. Bones though, for all his sarcastic wit, would be hard-pressed to even fake jerkiness. The last douche thing he did to a girl was chase her around the playground with a pair of…

It’s a feeling slowly creeping up on me, one that I don’t really like to admit to anyone but myself…sometimes not even myself: the desire to flee. There’s a little voice that whispers in the dark, ignored corners of my brain that NYC is not the place for me. It’s a voice that speaks in the clipped tones of London, the lazy drawl of the South, the flatness of a Boston brogue, the spicy twang of New Orleans, the lilt of Ireland, or the melody of Italy. Sometimes it whispers in languages I…

You would think that with 100% Caribbean blood flowing through my veins like Meyer’s rum, I’d be better equipped to deal with this grossly sticky heat wave swamping NYC at the moment. You would, apparently be wrong. My current defense against heat stroke seems to be, “shut off brain, direct all blood flow to extremities, and please for the love of god find me a fan.” Hence, zero bloggage over the last couple days. My brain overheated and could barely handle its normal tasks, writing was out…

I dropped Roo off after a day of shopping, headed home and did something I basically never do: I turned off my phone. I’m always reachable. I have about fourteen different modes of communication on my phone, everything from email to texts to Twitter. Not to mention a good old fashioned phone call. Plus, my computer is usually on and within arm’s length if I’m home. But last night, I cut off all modes of communication, popped a couple pain pills and curled up on the couch next to my mom with…