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 I am a lady, a lovely lady. I wear makeup, get pedicures, own a closet full of heels, cook, clean, giggle, flip my hair and sit with my legs crossed and my posture poised and dignified. Here’s a real life picture of me: My mother grew up in a family full of sports . . . → Read More: Shush!! The Game is On..  Six months ago, I became entangled with Twitter because my line of work demanded it. Prior to immersing myself in the reckless cascade of mandatorily concise zingers, I’d stalked the world for 2,000-word story ideas, hoping to appease minds with my self-deprecating tales. Now, thanks to Twitter, I diligently observe every human flaw, pop . . . → Read More: Twitter’s for the Birds  My life as a single lady has reached the 3 1/2 year mark and I am currently not putting forth any effort to change that. You won’t find me on dating websites (Twitter exempt). I live and work in West Hollywood (I’m straight). And I spend most of my free time inside my apartment . . . → Read More: Literary Matchmakers  One year has passed since the declaration that I am a shadow boxer who frequents a corner bar named Jones, wondering if the man who after sending me drinks from across the way will politely follow through on a promise to take me to Mozza for dinner after wistfully discussing football and my talent . . . → Read More: Young at Heart…still Initially, I had my name as “Burner” on here because I wanted to protect myself from what I thought would be a crude portrayal of my life. Turns out my life is anything but, and now I can handle writing under my real name. Hello! My name is Danielle Bernabe. Recently I joined twitter . . . → Read More: This Just In!  Scenario: A large group of friends wines and dines in merriment for a birthday, new job, a recent break up (let’s face it, most of them deserve celebrating), or a night of karaoke. Everyone in jolly demeanor begins ordering, and two hours later, the booze is guzzled and every crumb served to the table . . . → Read More: Whine and Dine  I used to kiss five posters of JTT (Jonathon Taylor Thomas) every night before flicking the light switch on and off ten times, blinking 20 times at the clock before praying, wiggling my toes, toe-by-toe, until each one had its turn, and then finally closing my eyes and dreaming about him.
This . . . → Read More: Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Blink  He swept you off your feet, romanced you and made you feel like his Queen. Granted, he began the fling with an honest confession you chose to ignore, “I’m trouble. Can you handle that?” Of course you said yes…You wanted fun and finally had someone to blame for the bad deeds! Not surprisingly, the . . . → Read More: Rip Your Own Heart Out  Many years and many pounds ago, I studied abroad in Florence, Italy. The classes I took did nothing for my curriculum; I had no focus on art, or language, or human relations… as a matter of fact, I had no focus at all (I credit my ADHD). I ventured there because my well-traveled uncle . . . → Read More: Takin’ a Huge Bite Off the Boot  Awhile ago, I encountered two startling qualities in men- empty promises and laziness. The following is a letter I wrote to Mario Batali’s restaurant, Osteria Mozza, that emerged from my discouragement…I ain’t to proud to beg, yo!
To Whom It May Bring Sympathy: I hope this finds you in the same state I . . . → Read More: Empty Promises Lead to Empty Stomach |
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