Archive for October, 2008

Spooky

Happy Halloween, y’all!  Luckily, it’s supposed to be warm(er) tonight, so yay for trick-or-treating!  I didn’t put much thought into my costume this year, so I’m just going to put on jeans, boots, a flannel shirt and a cowboy hat and be a hick.  Yuk, yuk.  Maybe I’ll even take a picture.  Have fun tonight, stay safe!

New Kind of Fun

So, I told y’all Honeywine got me into the whole myyearbook thing?  Well…I have certainly gotten lots of attention from it!  Last night alone, I was messaging 4 different people at once.  Here’s a run down on the studs in the stable, as it were:

First of all there’s Big Daddy.  So called because he has money and he’s sweet like a big teddy bear.  He’s not my usual type, but that’s probably a very good thing.  The biggest problem is that he lives in Indianapolis, but that’s not deterring him any.  We have a date next Saturday, he’s driving the 2 1/2 hours to meet me.  Pretty cool, huh?  A guy with a good job, no kids, no ex-wives…yeah, I’m really hoping it’s not too good to be true.

Next, there’s The Musician.  He lives in a nearby city, and is still in the “friends” category.  Not sure if I want to actually date him yet.  He’s nice and we have a lot in common, but he has two young boys and an ex-wife nearby…

Then, there’s Tex, who lives all the way down in Texas.  We’ve talked on the phone a couple of times and text back and forth.  He’s a lot of fun, but let’s just say it’s probably a good thing he’s not close by.  And by good, I mean good because I wouldn’t be able to deny the temptation with that one.  Yes, he’s that hot.

Lastly, there’s Catholic Boy, who lives in the same town.  Just started talking to him yesterday, but we talked for a long time.  He just got divorced after only one year of marriage, no kids.  Seems pretty cool.  He used to be a soldier, and was even stationed at one of the same bases I used to live at.  He asked if we could go out sometime, I said sure, why not.  Just have to get over this cough first! 

I’m excited to be getting back out there, but of course I’m also a little trepidatious.  It’s like I’m just waiting for the preverbial skeleton to come out of the closet.  Trying to stay positive right now, and so far I’m having lots of fun “meeting” new people.  Lots of fun with some of them…if you know what I mean.   ; )

Totally Music Tuesday

I figured since I don’t have much to say today I’d just put up some music.  Maybe I’ll make it a regular thing…who knows?  By the way, I have bronchitis.  Yay.

Here it is, the kickass song of the week.  AC/DC’s If You Want Blood brought to you by Empire Records.  I love that movie.  Rock out with your cock out…or put a badge on your vag?

Illness

I’m really getting tired of being sick.  It’s been a week now, and I don’t feel any better than I did the first day.  I think I’m going to have to break down and go to the doctor tomorrow.  This morning, I got all my things together for class, but after the first one, I couldn’t take three more hours.  So, I came home and slept.  And slept.  And slept.  I slept for over three hours, and when I woke up I thought it was 2 am. 

Even though I hated to miss class, I didn’t think I was missing anything too important.  Then I checked my class stuff online.  Crap.  I was supposed to do an online quiz by 5:00 today.  I remembered at 5:30.  D’oh!  There’s nothing I can do about it now, but sheesh! 

Now I’m off to do the glamorous chore of laundry.  Aren’t you jealous of my amazing life?

Dream Lover

Last night, I had a sexy dream.  It’s not often that I have those, and when I do, they have always been about someone I knew in real life.  Not this time, though.  This time it was an actor.  A totally hot, gorgeous actor named Patrick Wilson

I’ve seen him in two movies, Hard Candy and Little Children.  Apparently, he’s done tons of Broadway and other movies, too.  There’s just something about this guy that screams “man” to me.  Like he could play football and work with tools, and get things done in the bedroom.  Wink, wink.  Those eyes, that smile, that BODY!

Here’s a montage for your viewing pleasure:

Anyhow, it was a good dream, except he told me during sex that I needed to lose 10 pounds.  Have you ever!?!  The best part was when I leapt up into his arms, which pushed him back against the wall…hmmm.  ‘Night, y’all, sweet dreams!

Seriously.

Leave me the fuck alone.  You were a bastard, check.  I didn’t deserve what you did to me, check.  You’re an asshole, check.  Got it.  I already knew all that.  What do you expect to get out of telling me again?  You were a bastard, so you’re going to keep being a bastard by bothering me more?  Honestly?  What the fuck?   

I’m sorry you are so stupid you won’t even look into why you keep having the same problems with relationships.  Won’t even admit that it’s a problem.  Even though you tell me that this has happened with every woman you’ve ever dated.  It’s not my problem anymore, jackass. 

And you’re not after me?  What the hell are you after, then?  Do you expect me to say it’s ok, I understand?  Do you expect me to help you with your problems?  I tried that, remember?  What did I get for it?  A whole lot of pain and heartache.  You are fucked up.  You will always be fucked up.  That’s not my fault, and it’s not my concern.  Unless you admit you have a problem, you’re doomed to repeat it over and over, and if you’re too blind to see that, even when it’s staring you right in the face?  Fuck you.  Fuck you.  Fuck you.  If you wanted me to hate you, you’re doing a damn good job.

Finally Friday

I think I found my new theme song.