Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Judgment Day

I purely dating site related post.

1. Good lookin dude. Picture looks professional, yet in his backyard. Interesting. Very Posed. Age appropriate. Shows his hobbies. Really good posture and a tell-tale haircut. I'm looking at a Marine. Never married, wants kids, never had em. I say Yes. (Although I'm not motivated enough to follow that up with an email. I wonder what that does. I think it just throws me into their match rotation or maybe it sends them an email and says I'm interested. I really don't know) Damn I forgot to see how tall he was. Oh well.

2. Good lookin dude again. Fucking 30. Gimme a break. I don't need this crap. Although he is 6'2" and pretty cute. Only 2 pics, but they check out. Ehh. Fuck it. He sounds like me and like a grown up. Yes. Why the hell not. Moving on.

3. Freaking Bethesda, MD. If you followed this blog last year, you would know that was a hell no for me then. Well I moved an hour or better South of that location, so WTF are you showing me people a good 2 hours away at best. NOPE. Moving on.

4. Former Marine. Cute. Close to where I used to live. I can handle that commute, although I do not prefer it. I'll look further. 6'1" and 33. Ehhh. WTF I need more fire fighters in my life. Yes

5. Another Marylander and definitely not my type anyway. Not intrigued, not reading. Just moving on. Plus he writes in all caps. I don't need to be yelled at about how you WRITE POETRY!

6. He looks like he may have issues in all of his photos. Somehow this just makes me laugh. He's 34. I guess it's baby day! Personality is most important, we are going with yes.

7. HEY! He's 44. Thanks for someone older than me! I appreciate it. Weird selfies in the car. (This is almost as bad as the bathroom. Please, stop this) And one taken in the office where he is clearly trying to make it look like he didn't take it. Um, dude. We see your arm, may as well look at the camera. Anyway, Your pictures entertain me. Unfortunately, not in a good way. Moving on again.

8. 43, Good on the age part. Nice candid pics, taken by someone else. I don't know why, but I can just tell you. We would make polite party friends at a party where we don't know anyone and the host is busy. Other than that, we will probably find each other mildly annoying and wonder why everyone else likes the other. So, I'm going with no. (Yes, this is the path my brain takes on a regular basis)

9. No Picture. For those who may be joining us for the first time, this is an automatic GO FUCK YOURSELF! Having no picture means, not only will I not read the crap you spent time to type out on your dating profile, but I won't even look to see if you want kids, how tall you are or hell, if you're a man. It's an automatic fail and will be, here on out, just referred to as GO FUCK YOURSELF!

10. Not to be out done. We have another GO FUCK YOURSELF!

11. And one more for good measure. GO FUCK YOURSELF!!! I gave him 3 exclamation points, because I felt he had become redundant.

This concludes our judging of the matches. Now we will judge our actual people showing interest. I will judge less harshly, because they put in effort and looked at me and said. WTF, It Valentine's Day. I'm eating a bag of Cheetohs...Alone... She might be more fun than orange fingers.

And A QUICK SIDE NOTE. I hadn't gotten around to actually clicking No on 11. We will just slightly (AND I MEAN SLIGHTLY) change his profile name. MURDERVILLE. YEP! He chose a screenname of "I'll Kill You Town" Seriously, Dude. Get therapy. And if you aren't a killer hoping for a funny moment in your stabbing spree. "Hey. I spelled it out for you. What were you expecting?" You have an IQ of 2. Also, I went back and checked 1's height and its 6 foot. Good enough for Government work. Unless Garners theory about all men who claim to be 6 foot are really 5'11 or shorter and don't want to admit it. Then this becomes problematic in heels. It was already problematic in heels, but it becomes grossly problematic.



I have 4 people who sent me a poke, so to speak.

One has a hidden profile. That seems weird and cheating.

Dear Mr. No2, You are too old for me and by too old, I mean by a lot. I said I wasn't going to be as mean, but you are pervy old.

Not pervy old. Slightly out of my age range, but he looks pervy old. More so than the first one. Maybe he's into Meth. OMG! I can't stop. I'm just a mean person. When did this happen? Probably at birth.

Nothing wrong with him but he's in his 20s. Probably trying to satisfy a Cougar goal, but afraid to commit to the full age gap. (That was nicer, right?)



I have 8 people who liked photos of mine

3 with hidden profiles. (Is this a thing now?)

2 Go Fuck Yourselves

1 Guy I looked at earlier. Perfectly acceptable, but he didn't want kids and its a deal breaker.

1 Oh wow. He's super short and really athletic. Right now I'd feel like I was hanging out with a tiny human or that I was a Gorilla. I'm not into the Gorilla feeling. Maybe I'll revisit when I've gotten back to a normal weight. LOL

1 His pictures are uber blurry and he won't tell me if he has kids or want them. He's divorced. Thats about all I know. Well, Mr. Blurry. You were nice and some how I'm intrigued by your almost Go Fuck Yourself photos. So now it's time to think of a non-committal way to return the nod. I will like one of your crappy photos. Take that!


A quick response to an email from the guy I said I probably wasn't interested in. I also noticed I have 2 Hi emails from the creepy old dude. Man, he's persistent!  Well that's enough for returning to old habits. I need to ease in a little bit.


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Saturday, February 8, 2014

Back with a Vengeance

Ok, Vengeance might be a strong word. I've opened the portals and brought back online dating. It's not the whirlwind of activity that it once was now that I live in BFE, but whatever. Prepare for the returning of the judgment! I'm also going to try to start up the experiments. I just need to sit down and list as many as I can, so I can decide which ones I want to do first and which ones I can do solo and which ones require company. So be prepared for a more entertaining blog coming to a computer near you.

I will say I had 2 Go Fuck Yourselves in my matches this morning. I've been emailing one guy for a week, but I'm pretty sure I'm not interested. And I had a short conversation with a guy who got really creepy after he asked me about my height. And went on to talk about how God let my body grow and get strong. Some people need filters.

Awesome

Monday, November 11, 2013

You

Forgive me. I've been reading poetry in school. No worries this will not turn into a poetry blog. :)


You

You stole a glance from across the room
You brushed my hand as you walked by
You nudged my knee under the table
Where did you come from?

I hadn't noticed you, but you invaded my space
I don't know how, but you contacted me
You knocked on my door asking to be let in
I didn't ask to be noticed

You made yourself at home inside of me
You coaxed me out of my dark places
You pushed down the walls I had built up
I didn't ask for this security

You placed me on a slippery slope and kissed my forehead
You let me compromise who I am and held me tight
You dominated my time and filled my mind
What did I do with my time before this?

You didn't say no when you should have
I would have agreed
You knew things would be strange
How was I supposed to know?

Quietly you came in
Loudly you stayed
Quietly you slipped away
I didn't ask to be forgotten

You stopped sending me messages
My body is long cold from your touch
My door sleeps quietly

Where did you go?

Awesome

Friday, November 8, 2013

Psychicly Speaking

So first of all. I went to psychic reading. A friend of mine just went through a breakup and so I thought it would be a fun idea to go to a psychic. She has been my best friend since I was little and I thought this would be fun; even before the breakup. However, the time did not present itself. Soooooo, A month and a half later I made my gift clear. She was excited, so I scheduled the appointment immediately. This blog will only focus on my reading. Although, I will say I am a skeptic and much less giving than my friend was. When directly asked questions of value that rang true I pretended they did not hit a cord.  If requested I will post the audio I kept hidden under my leg. The same I requested she do when I found out we could not be present for each other's readings.

First off, I requested the crystal ball reading for both of us. It was supposed to be the most extensive and thorough reading. She asked me to place my hand on the ball and think of a positive person in my life. Easier said than done. I panicked, but settled on the Bestie who was waiting patiently in the waiting room for me as she had just gone.

The crystal showed to her that I had a long lifeline and she decided to throw a few tarot cards in (If I didn't mind). Apparently, the long lifeline was good and I wasn't supposed to die any time soon. So then she says the Crystal shows me medication. Who takes medication? My mom has diabetes and I have an eye condition, so I named those. She said no, Someone is taking medication and its going to be less.  Because this is after the fact I will interject the after now.  (2 days after I came home my aunt came to visit. She received a phone call from my other aunt who was removed from all her heart medication.)

The cards tell me you are a very honest person. You always try to be honest and kind. (Grant it, I figure this is most everyone's view of themselves.) But I give more than I receive. (I imagine this is typical for what most people believe. Again I will not give anything to her.) She says I came from a close knit family who loved and cared for one another. but we underwent some difficulty. We did undergo difficulty, but close knit seemed hard to come by, except I act like my nieces and nephews are my kids and I live with my mother. (Still seems pretty general except the unannounced drop in my aunt's medication.)

Then she asks about someone who was close to me who had passed. I said I didn't know of anyone. Then she said he was male. I recently lost a high school friend, but whatever, we haven't been close in years and if he wanted to hang around someone it would be his wife and kids. I didn't divulge this, so she said it could be my spirit guide. BUT he's good spirit.

There are changes and decisions I'm trying to make, but I'm in a stand still. (Fuck yeah! I got laid off and I live at home with my mammy!) Through your career you are a very hard worker, but you don't always get the appreciation you deserve. (Say what! I got fucking laid off! I think that says enough!!!! I still haven't mentioned this though) You have been in debt and been able to save money (Who hasn't). Financially, I see someone who is very stressed right now. Is this you? (Ummm, I don't have a fucking job and I just wasted a hundred bucks on 2 psychic readings. Maybe?) And I see debt and someone who is worried about debt. (Duh) You need to save and not spend, right now. (Duh!) Who doesn't in the middle of a government shut down? This was before that.

She sees legal documents I am going to sign in the next 6 months. (no clue, but pretty specific for a vague psychic.) I might need to consult a lawyer, but they will be positive. Who wants to own their own business (I started my own company when I got laid off, but I said I don't know) But their hands are very crucial to their job. (I'm an artist.) Maybe even teaching in some way. (I just went back to school to become a special education teacher, thinking my art would be a different way to reach the children.) What do you do? "I'm an artist" Well that's why your hands are very crucial to your work. Like I said, You are in a good line of work, you are very good at your work. To which I FINALLY responded, I don't have a job. "But you need to be in a better position." Really, lady, No position and you think I should be in better than nothing????  "I guess that translates to you are in a good position, but you need to be in a better position, but you need to be in a higher one. (Ok, thats a cake walk, I could predict that part)

I see part time work for you. Are you looking for jobs? "No. I'm going to school." There is still something part time coming up in the next year or so. Financially, I see a long money line and extra classes in your future. (I just told you, I went back to school.) No I feel, you are going to own your own business. In the arts. You are going to be your own person and success. (Ok, thats a little specific considering, I haven't even turned my webpage public.)

I see a trip overseas in the next two summers. (I may be poor now, but I have signed up to study art in Italy for a semester. Well I haven't actually signed up, but I will. I've spoken to my teacher about it and there is no formal record of that.) Some where you have always wanted to go.

I see a male, someone significant around you. Is there someone you are seeing right now? "Not in a good way" But it is someone you care for very much and feel attached to. But you have been very hurt by this male (Now grant it that is general and my mind was torn between the future baby daddy and Richmond.) Now you have been very hurt by this male, is he someone from your past? "Yes" (I've known Richmond for about 7 years and I've been with the future baby daddy for over a decade. But still who doesn't have issues with men from their past) I see that he cares about you but he comes with a lot of baggage. He is very stressed right now. I see another female that is around him right now. She confuses him. Do you know who this is? (At the time I could only think about Richmond. He has another woman who is constantly in play, but after I left the next time I saw the future baby daddy, he had pictures of him and another woman in his house. He tried to play it off, but I am certain I looked at those frames before and they were of landscape scenes. He has been secretly seeing someone else and trying to hide it.[Clearly, I had been seeing other people in that time frame as well, but I don't hide it and for the last couple months it seemed clear it was just us]) You weigh very heavy on his mind, but you are not getting from him what you want. (I'm 35, I want a baby. DUH!) One minute he shows that he loves you and he cares. The next he is a total different person. (Either one) I see distance, I see intimacy, I see communication is not the way it used to be, (DUH!) You and him, in the beginning it wasn't like this, it was very positive. (Yep, for both) The more time goes by the more this changes. The crystal shows me you have been shedding tears. (YEP) You carry a smile on your face, but it is not coming from your heart. Your heart is not as fulfilled as you want it to be. (I want to be a mother before I can't, of course its not! And I wouldn't mind being in a happy HEALTHY relationship!)

Your living environment you are not very happy there. What is going on? "I live with my mother." Its stressful, not that its bad. (DEAD ON) You feel like you should be somewhere different. (DUH! I live with my mother and I'm 35!!!!!) The cards show me that you should be more settled, more content, but you are not.

God is very much around you, I see good, but you aura is very dark. I see that it has lost its color and you carry negative energy with you. (wouldn't you?) What is the alcohol abuse? (Ummmmmmmmm. I'm an alchie? And no I didn't show up drunk or hung over. It was a good day.) "Well I drink a fair amount." Well I see it in your bloodline.

I see three children for you, Do you have kids? "No." Oh my gosh. I see three pregnancies for you. I see a marriage line. No divorce line. I see a move for you. You will not be living with your mother forever. "Well that would be good." It will change sooner than you think.

The crystal shows me a physical transformation. (I need to get off my ass and put down the bacon!) She says it will be good.

A new pet around me. (Not likely.)

What are your questions? "None, really. I just wanted to know about kids."

I see 3 pregnancies for you. 2 girls and a boy. No miscarriages. (Well that's pretty significant and detailed.) They will all be close in age. Do twins run in your bloodline? (The would have to be, The clock is running out, but no twins in my bloodline. [However on further investigation they do run in the Future Baby Daddy's bloodline]) "I don't think so" Well than they will be one after the other. The male I see in your life. He cares and is sincere. He has a lot of growing up to do. The female is confusing him. He has a lot of changes to make, but I feel he will. I feel through love through marriage you will be very happy. (Good thing she didn't specify with either of them because they are now both over!)

Do you have any other questions? "No. Not really." The cards show me that your social life has been lacking, a lot of school and home and school and home. (Well that's fucking true!) You have been under a lot of stress and you need to start working on yourself.

Then she offered me an aura cleansing, which I may add she did not offer my counterpart. I guess I'm just a dark bitch!


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Monday, September 16, 2013

Magic Shit

So after the moodiness and somber feel of Saturdays post. I thought I would lighten things up a bit. Let's talk about shit.

When I was younger, the fact that I had to move my bowels was mortifying to me. I have no idea why. I avoided doing it, I didn't want people to know I did it. And by no means would I ever discuss such a thing. I grew up, it still wasn't a topic of conversation that I thought needed pursuing, but I no longer was mortified by the thought and realized all people did it and people knew I did it. LOL Duh.

I bought my first house at 24. I owned it for 2 years and put it on the market in the peak of the about to burst bubble. Unfortunately, even though properties were going like hot cakes and my home was well taken care and neutrally painted and nicely landscaped. No one wanted to buy it. It wasn't in the best neighborhood and frankly, that is why I was selling.

There has been several attacks on the street next to mine. A man was beaten in the head with a lead pipe and was in the ICU neuro-trauma unit. I had newly planted grass seed in the back yard. I had a dog that's pee was stronger than weed-be-gone, so I don't want her in the back yard while the grass was just starting to grow. I had gotten home a little late and I needed to let her out. Since it was going to be the front yard with no fence, I had to go out with her on the leash. A small cluster of large pines was on my right and it was pitch black except for the glow of peoples porch lights which didn't reach that far into grassy area passed the main walk. (Still directly in front of my house) I heard the crunch of sticks being stepped on in the trees. The dog picked her head and stared in the direction, as did I. Listening intently for any new noise.

Then I heard, "Dude, I think she has a dog." in a muffled whisper. Um, What the Fuck does is matter that I have a dog. The dog and I, both remained still. A cat meowed from across the street. "Oh, no dude, it's just a cat." (On an aside, who the fuck walks a cat?) And with that the footsteps started coming my way. At the sound of the movement. My 85 pound dog erupted into ferocious barking and growls. My sweet, overgrown lap dog, who would lick your face off was about to be a killer. The dog clearly alarmed the large teenage boys that I now saw coming out of the trees. They turned on their heels and walked... into the house next door to me. One was my neighbor. And one was walking with one oddly straightened left leg. A baseball bat not very well concealed against his leg.

The house went on the market two days later.  Like I said, it didn't jump off the market, like all the other homes were doing. I started to question if it was the huge mural I had painted on one wall of the 2nd spare room. It was a Winnie the Pooh scene, with rainbow fish. I'm going to sound conceited, but it looked like it came from Disney, the characters were perfect. My Dad had assured me that it was probably a selling point for anyone who had small children.

After a couple weeks. I got a phone call from a realtor, they wanted to show the property. I was home and I said, of course. I had just used the downstairs bathroom, but that hadn't even crossed my mind. It wasn't a particularly stinky variety. About 15 minutes later, they arrived. I took the dog out in the backyard and let them have access to the house without us under foot. After 5 minutes, the realtor stuck his head out the door and said they were done. They were 3 young Hispanic men, not even the realtor was over 30. When I came back in and they had left, I noticed that the half bath door was closed. I was sure that I had opened all doors in the house and turned on all the lights, to make the house as cheerful as possible.

I opened the bathroom door and then I saw it. There it was. A floater. Just hanging out in the bowl... I was mortified. I flushed the toilet and left the bathroom. I could not have been more embarrassed. THe embarrassment probably amplified by the fact that they were young and male. Of all the people for this to happen to, it has to be the girl with shitphobia. Anyway, I received the call the next day. They had put in an offer to buy my house at more than the asking price. A couple weeks later, it was a done deal and I have moved on.

I told a couple of people about it. The closest of close friends. Shortly after, one of those friends had a close cousin pass away. I attended the services with the family. They are like my second family. After one of the services, we all went to a restaurant. Her parents were there and my second family, (her aunt, uncle and cousins). Everyone was of course very sad. So what happens next.

"Awesome, Can I tell that story about you selling your house?"

What can you say under these circumstances? Of course, I said yes. And everyone was laughing through sadness. For years afterwards, when anyone would put their house on the market, they would ask, if I would come over and take a shit in their half bathroom. Magic Shit, better then burying St. Joseph in your front yard!


Awesome

Saturday, September 14, 2013

I Am Good Enough

I am good enough.

I am capable. I am capable of picking up the pieces of my life, no matter what storm has torn them apart. Life, Career, Bad Friends, Love, and just Fate. I am capable of amending my plans and goals. I am capable of adapting. I am able to pick up the pieces of a shattered career and more than a third of my life's work and follow a new dream. I capable of seeing hope and promise. I am capable of seeing my potential.

I am resilient. Even when faced with the very strong possibility that my dream since I was a child will probably never be a reality. Something that there was always more time for and now it seems there may not be enough. As the windows are shut and the doors are closing, only the deadbolt remains to click into place. I may never be a mother, but I am resilient. I will amend myself. I will find a new path to pursue and this time I won't wait to start the journey. The new way might not carry as much meaning, but it will have to do.

I am good enough that no matter what I look like, I will never come last in someone's life. Even if my self-esteem is on the floor. I don't need to be first, but I will not be last. I am good enough that I will not stay with a man who sleeps with one of my friends or even attempts too. I am good enough to know that I am worth more than that and that friendship is supposed to have more depth than that.

I am forgiving. I may forgive, but I will not forget. I am stubborn. Old wounds are more easily opened. I play the two strikes and you're out game. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times? Never going to happen. I am strong. Probably, stronger than most people you will ever meet, but I do have a thin shell. You may not see me cry, but I do and quite easily. I'm strong enough to know that any person who would make me cry isn't worth my time and to walk away.

I will have faith and hope. I will walk with my head held high. I will rage against the dying of the light. I will succeed. I will move on and up. I will witness brilliance. I am good enough, but just for tonight. I'm going to cry and mourn the things that have come to pass and that are on the horizon. Tomorrow I will be strong again. Tomorrow I will put on a brave face. Tomorrow I will conquer the day.


I am good enough.

Awesome

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Farewell Old Friend

What world do we live in? I’m just not sure, people ask me why I question my faith in God and honestly the person that this regards would probably want it to affect my faith for the positive and not the negative. But I hear everyone say when God takes someone too soon, why. I have always been able to understand a why. Taking a child and inflicting them with cancer. Yes, its horrible and sad, but you learn so much from it. It grants you empathy and sympathy. Taking one family and taking the patriarch, a loving and devoted father, a man of god. Than less than a year later, you take his son, also a loving and devoted father and a man of God. Far too young to die of a heart attack. I’m pretty sure Mark is younger then I by a year. That family has already learned that lesson and No I don’t expect the rest to live forever, but within a year. It just seems exceptionally cruel. I’m not going to lie. Mark and I were not super close. He was the best friend of my first boyfriend. But I never remember him as anything other than the nicest guy. I’m glad I took the time to like his Fan page and I’m glad that I reached out to him when a friend was having a battle of the bands, so that my last memories of him weren’t 20 years ago.  Our exchange was brief, but I’m glad he knew that I still considered him a friend and still thought of him on occasion. Like I wrote on your page, Mark, you were a good man and you touched many. You were a good kid too. I know your wife, kids, mother, sister, friends and so many will miss you forever, but I know if there is a heaven you would be someone that is in it. Rest in Peace, my friend. I hope it was quick and painless, anything else would have been less then you deserve.


On a side note. A few hours after hearing of Mark’s passing. I lost my job. And now my fish died. Some things really put others into perspective. Small hiccups in the big game. I’ve got a plan, its modified but still intact. I will move on and grow to do the things I was supposed to do. I’m not waiting for opportunity to knock. I’m just moving on. Bigger and better things in my future.

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