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1. Learn another language and use it successfully.
2. Have and raise a child who contributes positively to society.
3. Fall in love.
4. Spend a week spoiling myself in various ways.
5. Lose 30 pounds.
6. Cook an entire meal from scratch
7. Go on a week long cruise.
8. Spend time with friends and family enjoying life.

This list started over a month ago. I'm a slacker. Sorry. Dude seriously, you don't tell your supervisor that you just took a hit off someone's joint while on your smoke break. I don't care what you do on your own time, but while your on the clock working with me...that's not gonna fly. Don't want anyone else talking to me? Get married? Boy, stop. You're not allowed to say anything to me during sexy time anymore. I have my own place!!! Whoooo ow! It's good to have a place to myself that's MINE! I can walk around naked. *grins* And have "company". *winks* And have dinner parties and good times. AND peace and quiet. Oh bed, how I've missed you. I will never leave you again. MUST. OBTAIN. FAN. Oh so happy!!! I have such GREAT and WONDERFUL friends. Always on time. Always there when I need them. Movies and a picnic at the IMA = fun...fun...fun... My ex got married today. *rubs arm* TheFelon is like the little brother I never wanted. The punching wars that ensue are quite entertaining at times. We have fun at work...throwing shoes at each other, sneaking up on each other, getting people kicked out of the mall. SHUT UP!!! If I have to hear you talk about shopping for another minute I'm going to stab you in the throat. It's okay for there to be quiet whilst at work...read your book and quite complaining. Why do I have so much lotion??? And to think I have a $10 off coupon that I feel the need to use...but do I really need to? NOT. AT. ALL. Am I going to use it? We'll see. [I didn't. Smart budget decision.] Isn't the point of being a delivery driver to drive yourself around? Since when did it become okay for your mother to drive you around while you deliver pizzas? Why oh why is L-Shot running around at bars and hip hop shows...take your pregnant ass home! Grey: Barack Obama Crowd: Barack Obama Grey: Barack Obama Crowd: Barack Obama Grey: John McCain Crowd: *silence* *Grey falls and rolls on the floor laughing* Hezekiah: I'm a scorpio and we do what we want. *thinks* Yeah we do. Things might not always come out as we want them to, but I guess that's just the nature of the beast. Um...I think I just witnessed a drug deal out in front of my building. Awesome. Blackberry Jam w/ Jumbo Shrimp = CWAZY!!! The jerks in the leasing office are really starting to get on my last nerve. Fix the damn faucet already, you fuckers. This is ridiculous. I'm still not completely unpacked yet. I'm not sure I'll ever be. And where the fuck did all these damn clothes come from? I hope I can sell off most of them. Otherwise Freecycle/Goodwill it will be. I need new bras. THAT ACTUALLY FIT. I think my male friends have made it harder for me to find someone to date. Combined they all possess these great qualities that I appreciate and compare others too. They're always there when I need them and leave me feeling very well loved and cared for. [Part of the reason I'm still in Indiana.] Contacting corporate got my shower fixed. Oh yeah baby. Now all they need to do is fill the damn holes they left and fix the other shit. TheFireFighter is finally and officially not in my life anymore. It was hard to cut him out, but I did it. I feel a little bad about it. I still have my doubts about telling him I didn't want him in my life. I'm not sure it was the right thing to do. It probably was for the better. He was just going to continue to disappoint and hurt me and I definitely don't need that. Worky, work, work, work. It really is nice to have my own place and food in the fridge. I know I went from a studio to a 1 bedroom, but I had a lot of stuff in that studio. Why does my apartment feel so empty? Oy, in a month and a half I'm going to be 29. My last year in my twenties. Weird. I so don't feel like I'm the age that I am. Where has all the time gone? Where is everyone??? VERY full week ahead. I can do it. I'm gonna make it. I apologize in advance to anyone I'm a little bitchy too. Working pretty much 13 days straight is not very fun. The pay check will look nice, but oy. Really??? You're bitching about the the EXTRA hours we gave you. We couldn't just dole out hours all willy nilly. There is a proper way to do things. Your bitching is only going to get you less hours when they hire more people. Is that REALLY what you wanted? You really shouldn't have gotten as many as you did. Ugh...some people are just never happy unless they're complaining about something. ...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go... I'm already tired and the new week hasn't even started yet. I'm doing something. Who wants to join me?

A LONG list that's been marinating.  Basically I've been a little list lazy.  I'm thinking it's at least two or three weeks old.

Dickmatized...I am.  I have to get past it.  

"You have to wait a little a while before you can show someone your true self."  <--- I'm not sure how I feel about that statement. 

This situation effin' SUCKS.  I mean really...it does. 

Gotta get out of this funk!!!

"Just so you know, they don't serve Ding Dongs here."  Thanks Nick, I wasn't sure.

J.Moore made a real good comment about eating Ding Dongs.  I wish I could remember it.

I've heard quite a few people say that their mate makes them want to do better and be a better person and that's why they're with them.  I have a friend that makes me want to do better and be a better person.  That seems kind of weird to me.

Going back and reading my other blog...I think I write pretty well at times.  I don't know why I doubt my writing skills.

I'm not sure what I'm doing other than torturing myself.  :(

let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.

When it's late and nice out and I just need time to myself, I really want to walk home sometimes.  I know it's not safe.  I'm thankful that I have friends that care enough not to let me do it.

change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.

It HAS to happening.  It's coming.

"...let the boys make love/let me fuck ya from the back/hair pulling, hot wax/they won't do it like that/they won't tie you by your wrist/and spank ya lil sexy bad ass, cum quick/yeah I know you hard at work/yeah I know your boss a jerk/you can come to the platter/tie you up with your skirt...girl gon' lose your mind/let my dick touch your spine/cum four or five times/southside bump-n-grind/young lady stand in line/but I wanna fuck you/and all ya freaky dreams/I wanna make come true/like fucking on the back porch/go on let it out..."

I bet you can't tell what's been on my mind.

I had a potential client cancel a shoot we had set up, my gut told me she didn't want to work with me.  I was bored today and thought I'd check out her photos since I noticed she had a new profile photo and low and behold it appears she went with a photographer she actually questioned me about (I had nothing to say since I didn't know them or their work).  I hate to say it...I'm not the BEST photographer, but the images they gave her.  Eeesh...blurry, bad lighting and layouts and little creativity.  This definitely makes me more confident in the work I do.  Now if only I could figure out how to express that confidence...as I'm told I tend to come off very humble at times.

Why is it when you smile at old people they still look at you all grumpy grumperson?

I'm having bouts of wanting to settle down these days, but I really can't imagine what it'd be like to be committed to one person.  I think I'm a little scared and selfish, having to consider how my actions are going to make someone else feel.  Actually I know I'm a bit scared, I have to get past/passed that.

Consistency.  Very much needed.  Doesn't need to be in romantic relationship form.

You called at 330 just to hear my voice?  Dude the only reason you should be calling me that late is if you want have late night relations, I'm sleep.

"You make a dude wanna fall in love."  

Asking to see my portfolio over lunch/dinner = LAME.  Coffee...maybe.  Lunch/dinner sounds like you're trying to make a date of it.  I don't think so...especially since your by dropped the ball and said you've been trying to talk to me for months.

It doesn't impress me when men try to speak to me in tagalog.  I don't speak that language.  If anything it just annoys me because I don't know what's being said.  Quit showing off.  It's lame.

It's been so long since we've talked on the phone.  I enjoy catching up and just talking.

Hi-effin-larious

He's kind of right, I do sort of just drift along and go with the flow, which causes me to end up in the situations I end up in.  I probably need to be more aware of what's going on and gain a little more direction or who I might end up doing something dumb.

I LOVE sex.  Very much.  I forgot how much I really enjoyed it up until recently (I think a six month hiatus makes you forget sometimes.  I guess it's true, the more you get it the more you want it).  Partaking in hot sweaty, oh god yes, sex...can I get some more of that.  Even when there's no connection, let's just do this so we can both go on our merry little way sex.  There hasn't been any make sweet love sex in a looong time, but I bet that's pretty effin' good too.

Tuesday (of last week):

I think my paycheck is still fucked up.  Not cool dude, not cool.

I be'd an adult today and did NOT buy those dunks that I really want.  I gotta get on it so I can gets them next go around.  Anyone wanna be my sugar daddy?  

It's nice to be able to grow out my nails again.  All nice and long.  Good for scratching.  Not so good for typing speedily.

I need this t-shirt:

Who wants to buy it for me?  Pretty please?

"I'll eat a Ding Dong." - Me, really wanting a cupcake, but Ding Dongs were the only option.  

Of course our perverted selves giggled hysterically at that one.

Smoochies?  Um no my dear I said okie dokie.  See that's what you get for calling at 5-something your time.  I don't mumble, I'm just sleep.

OMG...my coworker doesn't know how to STFU.  It's okay to be working with someone and not have to be talking every single minute.  Silence is GOLDEN!

If you haven't heard...I'm pretty much awesome!!!  A portion of a photo I took made the cover of the Nuvo (the whole photo is on the inside.  Woo hoo!!!

It's so weird to not have my ring on.  I feels naked.

Bum: Can I get some alcohol...some love...between your legs.

Me: *shakes head in disbelief* did he really just???

*points to chest* Milk, milk.

*points to crotch* Lemonade.

*points to booty* Around the corner...fudge is made.

...change...change...change...change...change...change...

...relax...relax...relax...relax...relax...relax...

...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...

It's going to be okay.  It's okay to let go and let people in.

It was nice to get all fancy hamster for once, too bad the venue sucked donkey balls.  Cash bar, expensive drinks, it smelled like fish and chicken (which they were serving).  Oy.

Happy 30th Birthday J-Me!!!

Rocco and I have come to agreement.  When he becomes a celebrity, we'll get married and then after 6 months we'll get divorced due to HIS extramarital affairs.  Sure works for me.

My phone is being weird again.  I deleted a sent text message weeks ago and every time I send a new text message it reverts back to this old deleted message.  Weird...weird...weird.

Sometimes I just wanna hug OldManFirefighter.

Really dude, you wanna just walk by and barely say hi and NOT give me a hug.  Okay dude.  I got you.

My goodness...please put some clothes on.

Thirty minutes waiting for someone to serve me = I'm not coming back.  Ya'lls won't last long, just like the last place didn't last that long.  Fuckers...I just wanted something to eat.

Some time this week:

Working on a Sunday sucks!!!

Dude...holding me close, whispering in my ear, rubbing on my leg and booty AND THEN sending me back to my friend.  Not cool.

Nice to know even when I'm a hot sweaty mess in my work clothes that this man is still impressed with me.  I feel beautiful and wonderful.

"Dick is addictive." <---at least good dick is.

I think I pass the test.  Do you?

"...kill yourself, resuscitate yourself, and kill yourself again..."  *rolls on floor laughing*

It bugs the shit out of me that KOOL keeps sending me junk mail, I don't know how I got on their mailing list, especially since I don't smoke.  BUT, the Xeos speakers they sent me are pretty effin' cool.

"...Sex became a coping mechanism.  I found myself only engaging in sex because I was lonely.  I hated being alone some nights.  It was easy for me to pick up the phone and call someone.  Usually, I didn't want to be doing it and just went through the motions.  Sex only proved to me that I was liked and that men found me attractive.  It was my value system; sex made me feel worthy..." -Terrance Dean Hiding in Hip Hop

I hate to say that I kind of relate to some of what he's saying; my current theory being that everyone wants to fuck the Asian chick, but no one wants to date her.  It sucks.  It needs to change.

Okay, not have a car or access to a car officially SUCKS!!!

I love noodles and cheese.  Mmm...mmm...mmm...bitches.

"Lighten up and don't let the weight of the world get you down."  <--- yes indeed.

Last Week

"...if you admire someone/you should go ahead and tell'em/people never get the flowers/while they can still smell'em..."

I need to work on that.

Dunkin Donuts hasn't even been open two weeks and some of the staff already recognizes me when I come in.  It's quite ridiculous and shameful.  But I *heart* donuts and now the tasty little mini pizzas the have.  

I really need to start eating at home more.

"always on time"  <--- I wrote that, but can't remember what it pertains to.  Sometimes I make notes and if I don't get back to them in a reasonable amount of time I have no clue what they mean.  *shrugs*

I ACTUALLY laid down, relaxed and watched TV last night.  The only time I'm ever really able to sit still long enough to relax and watch more than 10 minutes of TV is when someone else is sitting with me.  Otherwise I constantly get up to go do something.

"Your photography sopunkin turns me ON...i wanna bone!"  Such lovely comments on my BUSINESS page.  I have such great friends.

Another unproductive morning/afternoon.  I'm not really sure what I should've been doing, but I'm sure there was something.  

I really need to figure out my priorities.  That'll have to be another list.

There is so much that I want right now.  Material things, emotional and physical needs.  It's tough.  That's another list too.

I want my driver's license, but have no real desire to own a car and all the headaches that go along with it.  I'd rather have a bicycle.  Low maintenance. 

This waking up early to be to work at "normal" hours SUCKS!

I'm going to have a few photos published in the Nuvo!!!  Yay!  Watch for them.  I also earned me a couple of free meals.  

Quickies are quite lovely.

Dinner company this evening was quite nice.  How do you ask a gentleman to dinner or to hang out without him thinking your interested in him in anything other than friendship?  He's a nice guy, I wouldn't mind just hanging out with him.  But from a previous interaction, I think he might be interested in something more.  Dang it...I'm so damn charming sometimes.  *winks*

Nike samples...in my size...hmmm.

Les keeps telling me I need to create a blog about my bus adventures...so I did.  You can read them here.  Enjoy.

I PASSED THE DRIVING TEST.  I GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENSE!!!

The woman kept telling me to breath.  I screwed up a few things, most likely from nervousness, but I passed.  *huge sigh of relief*

No fireworks.  :(

This humidity is killing me.  I love the warm summer sun, but man.

When I work on the weekends I forget the days of the week.

Rain, rain...go away.

There's Com trying to get folks drunk again.  Not this time dude.  Not this time.

I had the ORIGINAL winning number tonight for the raffle for the Rick Ross concert tickets.  I did NOT claim the prize.  WTF am I going to do with Rick Ross tickets?  

Sweaty hugs don't bother me when they come from certain people.

I want him.  I don't know why, but I do.  *deep heavy sigh*

das Wochenende

Yeah trying to go from 6g to 4g after only two weeks without the help of a professional piercer...not a good idea.  *winces in pain*

Patience nerd.  Patience.

"...for you I'd do anything/even if it means I let you go/never know what you mean to me/'cause I never let my feelings show/thought this crush was just a game/now I know that this is very real/way I feel may not ever change/the fantasy of you with me surreal/what am I to do/this heart of mine is blue/just can't get...over you/how can I move/the thought of you so strong/just can't get over you/'cause every now I think I'm crazy/even ever to try to make you mine/can't you see this is killing me/to know deep down inside I'm not your kind/silly dreams lead me right to you/where you hold me tight/treat me right/love me like you loooove/love to be loved/want to be loved/the one and only me/just can't get/how.../what am I to do..."

I really hope I get to see him this go around.  

The Circle is full of debauchery and tomfoolery on Saturday nights.  It's really great for people watching.  I'd love to sit here on a warm night with him and cuddle/hold hands and silently enjoy his company and watch.

I feel like I'm still on the verge of tears.  Like it's still marinating inside.

When I sit back and take a look around I often feel like I'm the last single girl left of all my female friends.  It's not true.  I'm not.  But that's how it feels a lot of the time.  Heck even my co-workers have someone.

Who's going to help me cross something off of my Summer List?  And what's it gonna be.  I think I've made some good progress so far.

There are a lot of nights I should keep my butt at home and be productive and/or just chill out.  But I can't help myself.  It gets lonely at home and sometimes a little suffocating.  I'd rather be out.  Plus it's summer and oh so nice.

People do some bizarre ish to their cars.  And this is just a regular Saturday night.  I can't imagine what Expo weekend is going to look like.  I might have to bring my camera out.

I think I might be afraid of love and I wonder if I'll EVER be able to let go enough to fall in love and let someone love me back.

*sigh, sniffle, weep*

Give me consistency.

That dude has the right idea.  A plain ol' bicycle with a motor.  Peddle if you want to, probably don't even NEED a license for that.

I want to be wealthy and recognized, but I don't want to be famous.  

*waits patiently to see what Grey has done with the photos from the shoot yesterday*

I'd wear more dresses if I could find ones that fit properly.

It's amusing when you're sitting alone and you catch someone doing something and you look over and the person next to you caught the same thing and you glance at each other and smile/laugh at what is sort of like a little secret you now share.

I quite enjoy reading at bars.  Yes, I'm a nerd and I'm okay with that.

Com is just not right.  He gets everyone effed the eff up...and then dips.  Come on dude, that's not cool.  A shot and a beer is good enough.  You don't need to add a mixed drink on top of that.  No means no.

The highlights of the night of course are: a) Rocco putting up such a fight getting into the car that they threw him into the trunk and b) Grey hopping out of the car and running to hide behind a tree when I got dropped off because he thought they were going to let Rocco out of the trunk and he didn't want to be around when that happened.

Oh what a night!

No hangover!  I get faded easy, but I come down quick.  My skin felt like it was on fire, but my teeth were chattering because I felt a little cold on the inside.  I'm thinking no more drinking for the rest of the summer and if there is any...I'm sticking to beer/cider.

Mmmmm...garlic fries from Boogie Burger.  Who knew potatoes could taste so good?  

I WON THE LOTTERY!!!  Okay so it was only $5, but I still won.  I even told the cashier I was going to win.

Magic. *winks*

I had a great time hanging out with Les in Broadripple.  Fun and relaxing.

If I could put as much time and effort into myself, projects and my business as I do BSing around the house I'd be one successful and productive mother effer.

Ugh...checking out my brother's MySpace page just to see how he's doing and then seeing photos of him brought me back to what he'd done to me.  And now I'm just disgusted and angry.  I could've done without that for the night.  I HATE that idiot.  Yes, I said hate.

*weeps*

The 4th of July is OVER...knock it off with the firecrackers already you bastards.  I'm trying to relax/sleep/etc.

The beginning to a long work week.  Let's put on a happy face and make the best of it.  Yes?

Well isn't that a lovely surprise.  But uh...there are about 9 hours missing.  Please fix immediately.  Thank you.

AWESOMENESS!  I wanna visit.  Who's coming with me?

The name calling texts always make me giggle and smile.  And always when I seem to need it most.

Girl dates are awesome fun.  After three drinks she didn't even try to get handsy with me or anything.  *laughs*

I keep wanting to blog about specific things.  BLOG, blog, not list blog.  This focus thing is always a bit difficult for me. My mind always wanders and I get sidetracked and distracted and then a week later the thought is forgotten.  *deep heavy sigh*

I try to write things down often, but they still get lost at the wayside.

MUXTAPE.  I like discovering/rediscovering music in ways like this.  Listening to music I might not listen to otherwise.  Check, check, check it out.

"...and for you I'd keep my legs apart/and forget about my tainted heart/and I will never ever be the first/to say it/but still I/yes you know I..I..I../I would do it/push a button/pull a trigger/climb a mountain/jump off a cliff/'cause you know baby/I love you love you a little bit/I would do it, I would say it/I would mean it, we could do it/it was you and I and if only I/I think I'm/a little bit, a little bit/a little bit in love with you/but only if you're a little, a little bit, little/in lo-lo-lo-lo-love with me/come here, stay with me/stroke me by the hair/'cause I would give anything, anything/to have you as my man..."

Rain, rain go away.  I have some work I need to do today.

I try not to be such a complainer, but sometimes it's hard to let go of even just the little things.  There's already enough negativity in the world, I don't need to add to it.

Worky, work, work, work.  It's going to be a looong week.  Looong.  But the paycheck will be nice and fat.

Always be prepared.  I had fun working with Grey today making him splash in the puddle.

Crying in public sucks.  I try not to do it, but sometimes all the bottled up feelings of frustration, irritation, loneliness, fear along with who knows what else gets to be too much.  And at the most inopportune times.  I tried my best to hide it, but my face always has to tell on me.

*deep heavy sigh*

But...it's then when I'm reminded that there ARE people out there who care about me and love me.

Thanks dude...those hugs really helped.

Why do some dudes always have to bring up how I shot them down?  Especially when I'm having no luck at the game myself?

Go away headache.

I quit Job 1 today.  I had to.  I know I was an ass about it, but I knew if I didn't do it the way that I did BossLady No. 1 would some how convinced me to just work one day a week or one day a month or something or other.I just couldn't do it anymore.

I feel like I let him down.  I shouldn't though, I had to do what is best for me.

Oy another heart episode.  I haven't had one of these in forever.  I'm not sure what's worse a lady doctor visit or a heart episode.  It's like someone has there had wrapped around your heart and they are squeezing very hard and very fast.  No bueno.

Working the two jobs was turning me into an asshole and I noticed that I was starting to drink more than I normally did.  I wasn't getting very much rest either.  Tired Me = Cranky Hose Beast Me.

Happy Me is back.

It was nice of TheMC to take me to lunch/dinner.  He's really not the douche bag people seem to think he is...at least not to me.  *shrugs*

"Can I rob him?"  *laughs* That's so sweet, you can rob him.  Just hold him down so I can punch in the face and/or balls.

So...apparently my eyes change color?  I don't know.  I guess today they were a lovely light brown as opposed to a darker brown.  I think it's the light.  But whatever, I just hope that wasn't your lame attempt to hit on me.

I can't help but sway to J. Dilla's - So Far to Go.

Walking the 32 blocks home was kind of nice.  It was quiet, which I would expect at 2AM.  I'm not tired and do not feel sore at all.  Probably not one of the safer things I've done, but sometimes I just need me time.  And I can be stubborn.  

Why milk, WHY?

Oh so comfy jeans and tees and sneakers.  How do I love thee?  (And quite nice that I can wear them to work and be more of me.)

"...as long as you know who you are/and what you're about/nothing they can say can shake your pride/and make you doubt/the beauty you have in you/and when they give attitude/you can tell them like this/say, I'm beautiful and special/and I think it's about time to tell you this/I'm gonna be the best me/that I know how to be..."  

Dang Wet T-Shirt Contest was cancelled.  I was ready.  I had on my white tee and everything.  *sigh*  Maybe next week.  I could use that $100 prize.

I flip flop between who I want/like.  But I know who really holds that spot.  Moving on.

"...she ask me can I do the Laffy Taffy/I said I do to make the pussy happy..."  *rolls on floor laughing*

Sitting here waiting for this new potential client has me mucho nervous.  I'm not even this nervous when I go on interviews.  I can do this.  She already seems impressed with my work.  This is going to be easy.

Okay I'm a little irritated that she's late.

It's funny how women (people) see themselves compared to how others see them.  A skinny women sees herself as fat when well she's not.  It's crazy how our minds work.

There's something about the smell of sunblock that I love in the summer.  

"...please baby don't/don't fall in love with me/please baby don't/you know my history/see honey I/I'm just trying to warn you/please baby don't fall in love with me/I've been cruisin down this road for awhile now/I should tell the truth/girl you've so good to me but I know/I'm no good for you/you should run while you can/find yourself a better man/cause I'm know for brief romance/and break hearts across the land...please baby don't/don't fall in love with me...now on second thought maybe we'll give/this love another try/cause I can't see you with no one else/I'm selfish I can't lie/so let's go, let's go slow/you know all you need to know/it could end on day but/let's just say we'll see how far it goes..."

You're such and ass.  I'm sooo sorry I don't fit into the little box you've put me in or believe I belong in.  I've gauged my ears, I want to learn how to skateboard, I like sneakers, I'm getting MORE ink.  It's not a new trend.  I'm not following the crowd.  It's a been a part of who I am.  You really don't know me.  I really don't know why I allow you to take up any of my time.  *throws hands up in frustration*

Oh my...how that lady travels on the bus with newborn twins and another set of twins under 4 is amazing to me.  I will take my children one at a time pleaseandthankyou.

I want a cheeseburger.

Time for change.  I need to do something with this hair.  I'm either cutting it all off or getting a perm.  Either way something needs to happen.  Blah.  Stupid hair.

Two weeks until I take the driving test.  Let's hope I can get these road bumps figured out before hand.

From now on we don't talk about bad dates.  We don't even acknowledge them or give them anymore thought.  That's bad mojo.  *smiles*

Awww...my little gay boy won't be working at AE anymore...well not the AE downtown, they transferred him out to Columbus.  :(

JT is the best...she wakes up and cooks us biscuits, grits, eggs and bacon (of which I don't partake in, but do enjoy the smell).  What could be better than that?

I feel so naked without my ring.  How could I forget it?

Look lady, you're here in the US, where we speak ENGLISH.  Don't look at me like I'm crazy because I have have no idea what you're saying.

Wow, the way these young girls treat these boys and vice versa makes me not want to have kids.  And if I do they will be in the house...ALL THE TIME.  Geez.  The things that come out of theirs mouths.  We most definitely didn't talk to each other like this when we were teenagers.

Work was pretty effin' awesome today.  The night could end with more awesomeness if I get to make out with someone or get some naughty lovin'.  [The night ended with more awesomeness, very unexpected, but quite pleasant, but how which did I get? *winks*]

SPICY.

Gas is $4.xx/gallon.  Why is it cool to waste that driving around the circle?  You don't look cool.  You look dumb...and lame.  *shakes head*

Happy, happy, happy.  People can tell I'm A LOT happier.  It's loverly.

Talking to Lucky Rex about sex...kind of weird.  I'm not a freak.  I'm just adventurous.  Don't worry, I'm safe.  My face does not want to see the palm or backside of your hand.  

It probably IS pretty obvious when I like someone, I gotta work on my poker face.  And I'm not embarrassed to admit that I wonder what Action Jackson's package looks like.  I mean come on, with a women our goods are clearly visible and what's not well you pretty much know what you're getting, but with a man you never know what you're getting.  Him in those tight jeans and a very noticeable bulge...I'm curious.

Wow...just...wow!  

Sleep, sleep, sleepy, sleep.

Wow...now THEY'RE calling from their cell phones.  Explains why this man's wife was wondering who I was and why my number was in his phone.

SOME TIME LAST WEEK

More compliments regarding my skills this morning and from an unexpected source at that.  Time to book another session.

I need some Kinder Eggs.

I have never wanted bigger feet in my life.  Why can't the shoes I want come in my size???  Foiled again.  Not in my size.  I'm thinking none of what I want is meant to be.  Signs maybe?

Idiot/douche bag manager.

Dude you're trying to hard and mentioning anything that has to do with commitment is no bueno. Big ol' red flags homie.  It's going to be over before it even started.

"This is how you like it, right?" -Boss Lady No. 3 to Boss Lady No. 1 (I knew what was going on, but my mind immediately went to the perverted place it does.

People keep telling me I look like I've lost some weight.  I wouldn't really know of course since I haven't weighed myself in a few months.  But I suppose it's possible.

I don't mind helping out friends with lunch or moving or whatever.  I've been SO blessed this year with a place to lay my head that I want to give back any way I can.

I wasn't expecting to see HIM out.

Great minds think alike.

Why does everyone seem to think I've got something going on with ________?

Amy, Amy, Amy...

So he thinks I have a pretty face.  I know a lot of folks dig the body, but I'm never sure about the face.  

TheFireFighter ACTUALLY came through when he said he would and then even took me out to lunch.  *almost faints from shock*  It was pretty nice and I'm glad we got to spend some time together.  I'm still keeping my distance as not to be disappointed yet again.

I'm thankful for my friendship with McDishes.  He pushes me.  When I look back to where I was and where I am now and think about the people who've supported and encouraged me, he's always on the list.  I'm also thankful for Import/Export, TheMC, JT and everyone else who've opened up my eyes to see how great I am and can be.

Please don't tell me what I can and can't do.  Or at least put it in a way that doesn't sound like you're telling me what to do.  Make it sound like you're giving me advice.

My ears throb...and itch...but I skipped 8g and went straight to 6g bitches.  I'm almost there.

Ha...so now I'M an asshole.

Who the EFF is calling me from a PRIVATE number at 11PM?  Leave an EFFIN message.  I'm not answering and if I do, you're not getting the standard greeting.  I'm not telling you who I am.  And no I don't know who your husband is...hmmm.  Someone's fucking around on the phone.

It's funny to see folks out acting silly when you're used to seeing them quiet and reserved.

Stupid kid...I know you were just trying to cop a feel when you "bumped" into me.  Your ass is lucky I was working.  That definitely deserved a smack upside the head.  Get the fuck out of here with that shit.

See all that cussing.  Oy.  Must get in under control.

Ah yes, the joys of working in the mall on a Saturday night.  Did anyone else catch on the news the fight at the mall?  Gotta love the teenagers who don't know how to act right.

I almost fell asleep in the park...at night.  No bueno.  It was so nice out though and the breeze was quite loverly.

I *heart* when my "fiance" plays my song.  *rolls on floor laughing*

"...let go/and let me live inside you/what your mouth don't say/baby your thighs do/I want us to arrive together/I love it when the weather/is wet and sticky/some depict me/as being conscious/yeah I use my head/it was you who fed/my appetite for seduction/biting and cussing making love and uh/touching where no one has ever touched before/the heat go you open like an oven door/because of your innocence/even more you'll remember this/hardcore gentleness/before you wasn't into this/on the ride your freak became limitless/holding on to the night and me tight/as we write on the walls/a story called go/you have come so far/you've got so far to go..."

This thing with TheMC...it comes and goes.  I appreciate it his friendship...I like him...but I don't.  Eh.  Whatever.  I've got other ish to worry about.  I've pretty much put him in the friend box.  It's easier that way.  

What I really want from ThePromoter and TheFireFighter is the affection.  Kiss me, hold me, spend a little quiet time with me.

I think I've become a little detached lately.  Which probably explains why I've been such an asshole.

Man oh man...this libido needs to be put in check.  I'm ready to tear someone's clothes off.  Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.

I'm in want to have fun and date land...but some days want to be in love.  *weeps*  I'm so torn.  I need balance...consistency.

I've been wanting to tell friends that I love them, but I can't physically get the words to come out of my mouth.  I'm really good at saying them in my head though.  I love you guys.  Just so you know.

Wednesday at The Living Room Lounge: Wet T-Shirt Contest...$100 prize.  I'm game...that's easy money.

Okay so my friends think I'm too smart to do things of that nature.  I would have to say they are probably right.  But what have I got to lose?

I've been really kissy lately.  Kiss me.

Pimpin...

"She doesn't have anger management issues, she has anger issues she don't manage." -Grey about me after I've had a drink.

I tend to get a little belligerent...and sometimes I want to fight people.

THIS WEEK

The photo looks awesome framed.  I'm pretty geeked.

NO NO NO NO NO I can't come in at 9PM after I get off at the other job, especially if you expect me to come in the next morning.  I AM NOT available to work after 2PM for you.  Quit calling me.  I'm so very ready to quit that job.

Wow, this dude...I can't believe it.  Details said I had a fucked the fuck up attitude and then said called me a broke bitch.  Really?  Okay so yes I've been an asshole lately, but is that really how you want to put it?  I won't lie...it did sting a little bit.