As I walked through the campus of UNT yesterday, fuming about the idiocity of the staff and fellow students that occupy my college experience that had been drug out for far too long, I saw this quote painted on the side of a brick retaining wall.

It said, quite simply, 'It is time to fall in love with your life.' It made me stop dead in my tracks and think how wonderful I have things. I love my life. I love every aspect of it. Hell, I even love the things about my life that are not perfect. I love it all.

Life is sublime. I mean that.  ¶ 8:47 AM 0 comments

  I woke myself up laughing this morning, to a thought I had in my sleep.

I realized something. I love everyone in my life, but I definately love some much more than others.

End of story.

And on a little sidebar, I love my brunch boys. They have the power to make me a very happy girl. I don't tell any of them that enough.

On another side note, I am packing my bags and heading to Sin City for my Quarter Century gift to myself.

And for sidenote number three... Life is good. Even when I don't get what I think I want.  ¶ 4:13 AM 0 comments

  Just call me the rubix cube of personality types. A truly fascinating conversation happened today.

Someone who has known me on the most intimate of all intimate levels for a descent amount of time said

'I still haven't figured you out.'

Am I really that complicated?  ¶ 7:24 PM 0 comments

  By George I think I am right... Two facts that seem to be of particular interest to me:

1) Men are the predominant bread winners for families all across America...

2) Men think of sex every eight minutes.

With that, doesn't it make you wonder exactly how productive the world would be if women were to rule?  ¶ 9:30 PM 0 comments

  Time To Let Go. Letting go of things has never ever ever been a strong suit of mine. Never. Ever.

Ask the brunch boys, if they cross me at brunch, it is pretty much a given that I get to carry on my pout fest through the remainder of the very long meal.

That being said, I hold onto good things too. Friendships? I never really let them go. I may let them be distanced. But never do I just turn loose.

Good feelings of the past? I hold tight.

Bad feelings of the past? Unfortunately, I hold on to those too.

It's time to let go. Time to let go of something that I don't want to hold on to anymore. Something that I don't want to remember anymore. Something that I don't want plaguing me any longer.

It's time to say adieu. Farewell to things that never should have been. Its time to forgive myself for the mistakes I have made in the past, because I can't fix them. This is me putting it into writing that I am letting it go.  ¶ 9:14 AM 1 comments

  The little diva that could Over the course of the last few days, I have come to realize a few things.

1) No matter how hard I try to express my feelings, I am always going to come up a little bit short in that department.

2) Sometimes, you've got to weed the proverbial garden and torch the weeds in order to move on with your life.

3) Money isn't everything. Especially when your happiness is at stake.

4) I am a brat. And that is OK.

5) I have an innate ability to throw some serious fits, and it is never what is on the surface that is the problem.

And with those life lessons, ladies and gentlemen, I now officially have a GPA high enough to obtain 'Overload Permission' From UNT. WHich means, that if I can get through college algebra, I can get a diploma in December ((Incert crazy dancing here))

P.S.- Jim, this is really good news. Where ever you are, could you stop and do the chicken dance just for me (and for Jeff) Please?  ¶ 4:29 AM 0 comments

  Clearly a little fucked up.

Clearly you have to highlight the text to read it.

Clearly the links on the sidebar are alll squished.

Clearly A lot of things.

But this picture. This photograph. It is the theme of my life.

It kicks ass.

I don't know what it is. But I like it.

Anyhoo-- the blog is a work in progress.

Thanks to Scotty.  ¶ 9:16 AM 1 comments

  A Personal Proposal. So let me just ask you kind folk this very odd question.

Do lesbians have any use for condoms? Any at all? Not Dental Dams, but Condoms.

Why do I pose this question? Simple really.

Someone I knew well seemed to have a thing for females who dug other females. Maybe not whilst they were together, but eventually it seems that several of said dating companions eventually became bisexual or lesbian.

One of said dating companions in particular, I had the BIGGEST- absolute biggest- girl crush on her. She was so cool. I seriously wanted to be everything she was. Granted, I was only 13 at the time, but I still find her to be fascinating.

Anyways. On to the point.

So she made some mention of buying condoms in a blog she posted. I have pondered this for far too long. I cannot come up with the answer. So please, dear readers, unconfuse me.  ¶ 7:36 AM 0 comments

  The guide to living with your parents after you have already flown the coupe. ...

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I have no guide. Fuck, it is a daily trial.

What I have discovered in the last twenty-four hours are two things:

1) If your mother comes in to chastise you for leaving a paper napkin on the kitchen counter because there was no trash bag available by telling you that she spends her days following you around, picking up after you, turning off lights after you, and just generally babysitting you while she has her hands on her hips and is speaking to you in a tone that generally resembles the way a mother tells a three year old not to touch a hot stove, it is NOT advisable to laugh. Do whatever it is that you have to do to keep your composure. Bite your cheek, pinch your arm, think of your favorite pet getting hit by a car... Whatever you do, don't laugh.

2) If you successfully manage to make your mother cry before 8 AM by just being in her presence, either you look very intimidating or sonething is terribly wrong.

On the topic of #2, pra tel, why is is that mother's tears, whether menopause enduced or otherwise, make the flesch of their womb feel like complete and total dogshit?

On other news fronts, I am determined to have a good fucking day.

Feel free to assist my cause by leaving something happy in the comment box.  ¶ 6:05 AM 1 comments