In summary of tonights latest coversations: I hate boys. Now men. who knows. i have decided all i know are boys. men?
Any good men left out there?
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He is sending mixed messages yet again. the dentist reminds me of what is so rare. and Co-worker any reminds me of what is so COMMON
But as long as i'm on
He is sending mixed messages yet again. the dentist reminds me of what is so rare. and Co-worker any reminds me of what is so COMMON
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I was there, and I still don't believe it...
If you have missed the Elustrious saga of "As the ho' turns" staring
none other than your heroine, mua,-- I apparently do not plan on
disappointing.
Temporarily a cancelled show do to a Temporary Stability and Happiness for 9 months solid
(grrr...*me trying not to be bitter)--
The heroine has once again been fleeted by true love and shown the tragic flaw in monogamy...
(not tru, but it sounds better this way)--
Therefore, armed with nothing but her Stilletos, PIMPCESS-ness and a Cellphone, she makes her way back into the single world...
The setting Albuquerque to Clovis, Clovis to Lubbock, and all the houseparties between:
Heres the recap:
Friday night, I call clovis boy and he starts telling me about his "girlfriend"--I'm like "What?"
20 minutes later, same boy calling me up is like "Hey Sugar, I'm sorry we can't see each other tonight, what about tommorrow night--We'll get a hotel room."--I'm like "What?"
Later that SAME night, He calls and boy is telling me "I can't wait to see you" "I'm looking forward to tommorow" and ...(cue music....dun dun dun...) "I love you"--I'm like "What?"
Next morning I'm like did last nights 2am convo happen, or am I dillusional?
I send him a text: "Are you still coming"
The response "On my way Sugar"
--Not only am I like "What," but I'm like "This boy is freaking me out"
That evening, I attempt to look as cute as actually possible from a single back pack of clothes, 4 hours of sleep and 30minutes prep time... What can you do?
Somehow, I think I pull it off.
Looking cute, rolling 7 deep, we make our way to the club, 30 minutes in, I've spotted him.
I shock myself...hmmm, in my drunken state of last weekend when he first picked me up, i didn't do all too bad...as my 4 put it..."we've established you like white boys, blonde hair and blue eyes"--"Not to bad" --Yeah, what can I say?
Well, so I spot him, talking to a girl... then, kissing said girl...and I'm like "What the..."
I hand my girls my jacket and attempt to go over there and scare the shit out of him with my pressence...
"That was cute," I say...
"Oh you like that?" he responds.
I give him a look that says "are you seriously asking me that question?"
"Did that bother you?" he asks as he puts his arm around my waist.
"I don't care actually" Thinking to myself, why should I, it's not like I'm down here for you. In five seconds I rationalize -homeboy was used last weekend for vengence to be acted upon, he's at the bar and he's going to buy me a drink, he pobably has a girlfriend, if that's not her, and you know what I just don't care.
*his hand creeps into my back pocket for placement...
"Is that your girlfriend?" I ask
"No ofcourse not. Just the last resorts--I didn't think you were coming"
"I'm here"
"I'm glad, what are you drinking"
"What are you buying"
"Anything you want"
Tequilla is ordered. Shots are taken. The first kiss is given.
He turns me around and "introduces" me to his boys. Hot boys. 5 of them.
"I'd like you to meet, blah blah, blah, and blah" I catch no ones name but one "KY"
(short for kyle maybe?" Ky is hot I think to myself and kick myself for not seeing him the week before.
"Everyone" my Clovis hookup announces, "This is....My GIRLFRIEND"
Can we guess what's I'm thinking,...yeah I'm like "WHAT!?!?!"
Not knowing what to do other than play along, I shake hands politely, and lead him to be introduced to my girls "This is blah, blah, blah, blah,"
"Hi I'm Willard" --now for the first time, I've realized in my drunken state of last weekend, that I have programmed Homeboy's number into my phone under another name, have been calling him by another name, and now I am basically like "ummm...oops," but not feeling bad cuz boy has just introduced me as his girlfriend when we've like met once. So...on with the story.
He pulls me to the side and is like "Lets go"
"Where?"
"Not here"
Not far fetched to know he could care less and a hotel room, a bathroom, or in his pick up would suffice, as long as he could get ten minutes of alone time.
In a moment of hesitation, Ky comes by and is like "hey Kid we gotta go"
Now I'm like, "hmmmm, what should I do?"
He tells me "I guess I gotta go"
"Do what you have to do"
Five minutes later, we meet up outside the club.
He ask if the girls will drive him back to clovis if he spends the night with me I say "Sure"
he ask "Really"
I laugh and say "no not really"
He gets upset, and tells me, fine, let them pick you up, and attempts to take me by the arm to his boys truck.
Now, 1. I'm in stilletos, 2. Tequilla has started to kick in , and 3. I'm in the mood to say, "The hell with it"--Fortunatelly like good sorrors, I can here my name being yelled through the crowd, I tell him sorry and maybe next time, he says next time he'll be in Florida. Tela-novela-ish I turn and say "well it was fun" and he pulls me in for a last kiss where he bites my bottom lip.
i go back with my girls to follow some psycho boys who have promised us beer in the oh so dry town of Lubbock, after two seconds two long of that we ditch them and attempt to make it to IHOP--hangout of hangouts apparently for after club cuisine.
So, I'm at one IHOP, Clovis boy is at another, he calls me, and tells me his friend KY thinks I'm cute. again, come on this is predictable, by now I've reallized this boys sole contact with me will always consist of me feeling like "What?"
So KY is into me, I'm like wow, I tell the boy who had just kissed me good bye, "Tell him I said Thanks" and hang up.
Text Messages throughout the night follow...."XOXO" he writes "Come over" "Take a cab" I write nothing, "Not the driver," and "sorry." accordingly
Worried this morning that homeboy is alive after tequilla shots and the hour drive that it took for him to have to see me for 15 minutes, I start it up again in the morning...
"Good morning sunshine, you okay"
As is his way, he calls...
Leaving on Wednesday for Florida, "on leave", then on to Korea,
I fake sad, and am like "What-EVER"
We conclude: well it was fun....and in a weird pycho, "Zuby Zuby Doo, Where are you..." kinda way it was.
********NOW*********
In the meantime, I've been talking to another boy, "Co-worker boy."
All fun, all talk. Except now, (cue music...dun dun dun) He wants to meet up.
He wants to hook up.
He wants....well me.
Now I could get seriously explicit here, but really theres no need. It's as simple as above.
Will she or won't she give into reckless work flirtation?
Stay tuned in....
**********************
Okay so I realize this sounds like me way back into my summer rebound days, and you know what it is. I miss stability, and all those who provide a little sense of that.
My grades are slipping but I'm handeling it.
My Lambda obligations are immense and I'm handeling it.
My money is tight, handling it.
Family is tripp'n but handeling it
House is a hotel but handeling it
Obviously with the boys, I'm handeling it
It seems like any second I might drop one of the many balls I got juggling up inthe air, but somehow, I've made myself a pro. Even when things are dropping around me, it seemslike now I've got the ability to play hacky sack with my life and never let anything completely hit the floor.
Spring break for me will be more juggling, more work to maintain my hackey sack pro status so the rent remains stable, more studying on the off hours to make sure when I'm on, no one can jack the grades I need, bringing family to me when I can't get to family, and just doing what needs to be done.
The wish: to win the lottery and be so financially secure I can pay all my loans for school, pay for law school, buy a house and a reliable car, and then have the boy I love, love me back, impregnate me, and finally have a kid.
(Yes, those who know me, know I'm in this weird mid twenties thing of wanting a kid--it's weird, but....Since all of the above wont happen...)
The hopes: To make enough over break to pay for what needs to be taken care of plus one pair of jeans, utilize my time well enough to get two or three papers completely done for the semester, and somehow sqeeze in enough time to see my sorority expand, get enough "boy time" out of my system so I can concentrate for the remainder of the semester, and make time to fix things with the people that I really do want in my life.
Now...as I told one such person, time to take a nap and make it all happen.
Temporarily a cancelled show do to a Temporary Stability and Happiness for 9 months solid
(grrr...*me trying not to be bitter)--
The heroine has once again been fleeted by true love and shown the tragic flaw in monogamy...
(not tru, but it sounds better this way)--
Therefore, armed with nothing but her Stilletos, PIMPCESS-ness and a Cellphone, she makes her way back into the single world...
The setting Albuquerque to Clovis, Clovis to Lubbock, and all the houseparties between:
Heres the recap:
Friday night, I call clovis boy and he starts telling me about his "girlfriend"--I'm like "What?"
20 minutes later, same boy calling me up is like "Hey Sugar, I'm sorry we can't see each other tonight, what about tommorrow night--We'll get a hotel room."--I'm like "What?"
Later that SAME night, He calls and boy is telling me "I can't wait to see you" "I'm looking forward to tommorow" and ...(cue music....dun dun dun...) "I love you"--I'm like "What?"
Next morning I'm like did last nights 2am convo happen, or am I dillusional?
I send him a text: "Are you still coming"
The response "On my way Sugar"
--Not only am I like "What," but I'm like "This boy is freaking me out"
That evening, I attempt to look as cute as actually possible from a single back pack of clothes, 4 hours of sleep and 30minutes prep time... What can you do?
Somehow, I think I pull it off.
Looking cute, rolling 7 deep, we make our way to the club, 30 minutes in, I've spotted him.
I shock myself...hmmm, in my drunken state of last weekend when he first picked me up, i didn't do all too bad...as my 4 put it..."we've established you like white boys, blonde hair and blue eyes"--"Not to bad" --Yeah, what can I say?
Well, so I spot him, talking to a girl... then, kissing said girl...and I'm like "What the..."
I hand my girls my jacket and attempt to go over there and scare the shit out of him with my pressence...
"That was cute," I say...
"Oh you like that?" he responds.
I give him a look that says "are you seriously asking me that question?"
"Did that bother you?" he asks as he puts his arm around my waist.
"I don't care actually" Thinking to myself, why should I, it's not like I'm down here for you. In five seconds I rationalize -homeboy was used last weekend for vengence to be acted upon, he's at the bar and he's going to buy me a drink, he pobably has a girlfriend, if that's not her, and you know what I just don't care.
*his hand creeps into my back pocket for placement...
"Is that your girlfriend?" I ask
"No ofcourse not. Just the last resorts--I didn't think you were coming"
"I'm here"
"I'm glad, what are you drinking"
"What are you buying"
"Anything you want"
Tequilla is ordered. Shots are taken. The first kiss is given.
He turns me around and "introduces" me to his boys. Hot boys. 5 of them.
"I'd like you to meet, blah blah, blah, and blah" I catch no ones name but one "KY"
(short for kyle maybe?" Ky is hot I think to myself and kick myself for not seeing him the week before.
"Everyone" my Clovis hookup announces, "This is....My GIRLFRIEND"
Can we guess what's I'm thinking,...yeah I'm like "WHAT!?!?!"
Not knowing what to do other than play along, I shake hands politely, and lead him to be introduced to my girls "This is blah, blah, blah, blah,"
"Hi I'm Willard" --now for the first time, I've realized in my drunken state of last weekend, that I have programmed Homeboy's number into my phone under another name, have been calling him by another name, and now I am basically like "ummm...oops," but not feeling bad cuz boy has just introduced me as his girlfriend when we've like met once. So...on with the story.
He pulls me to the side and is like "Lets go"
"Where?"
"Not here"
Not far fetched to know he could care less and a hotel room, a bathroom, or in his pick up would suffice, as long as he could get ten minutes of alone time.
In a moment of hesitation, Ky comes by and is like "hey Kid we gotta go"
Now I'm like, "hmmmm, what should I do?"
He tells me "I guess I gotta go"
"Do what you have to do"
Five minutes later, we meet up outside the club.
He ask if the girls will drive him back to clovis if he spends the night with me I say "Sure"
he ask "Really"
I laugh and say "no not really"
He gets upset, and tells me, fine, let them pick you up, and attempts to take me by the arm to his boys truck.
Now, 1. I'm in stilletos, 2. Tequilla has started to kick in , and 3. I'm in the mood to say, "The hell with it"--Fortunatelly like good sorrors, I can here my name being yelled through the crowd, I tell him sorry and maybe next time, he says next time he'll be in Florida. Tela-novela-ish I turn and say "well it was fun" and he pulls me in for a last kiss where he bites my bottom lip.
i go back with my girls to follow some psycho boys who have promised us beer in the oh so dry town of Lubbock, after two seconds two long of that we ditch them and attempt to make it to IHOP--hangout of hangouts apparently for after club cuisine.
So, I'm at one IHOP, Clovis boy is at another, he calls me, and tells me his friend KY thinks I'm cute. again, come on this is predictable, by now I've reallized this boys sole contact with me will always consist of me feeling like "What?"
So KY is into me, I'm like wow, I tell the boy who had just kissed me good bye, "Tell him I said Thanks" and hang up.
Text Messages throughout the night follow...."XOXO" he writes "Come over" "Take a cab" I write nothing, "Not the driver," and "sorry." accordingly
Worried this morning that homeboy is alive after tequilla shots and the hour drive that it took for him to have to see me for 15 minutes, I start it up again in the morning...
"Good morning sunshine, you okay"
As is his way, he calls...
Leaving on Wednesday for Florida, "on leave", then on to Korea,
I fake sad, and am like "What-EVER"
We conclude: well it was fun....and in a weird pycho, "Zuby Zuby Doo, Where are you..." kinda way it was.
********NOW*********
In the meantime, I've been talking to another boy, "Co-worker boy."
All fun, all talk. Except now, (cue music...dun dun dun) He wants to meet up.
He wants to hook up.
He wants....well me.
Now I could get seriously explicit here, but really theres no need. It's as simple as above.
Will she or won't she give into reckless work flirtation?
Stay tuned in....
**********************
Okay so I realize this sounds like me way back into my summer rebound days, and you know what it is. I miss stability, and all those who provide a little sense of that.
My grades are slipping but I'm handeling it.
My Lambda obligations are immense and I'm handeling it.
My money is tight, handling it.
Family is tripp'n but handeling it
House is a hotel but handeling it
Obviously with the boys, I'm handeling it
It seems like any second I might drop one of the many balls I got juggling up inthe air, but somehow, I've made myself a pro. Even when things are dropping around me, it seemslike now I've got the ability to play hacky sack with my life and never let anything completely hit the floor.
Spring break for me will be more juggling, more work to maintain my hackey sack pro status so the rent remains stable, more studying on the off hours to make sure when I'm on, no one can jack the grades I need, bringing family to me when I can't get to family, and just doing what needs to be done.
The wish: to win the lottery and be so financially secure I can pay all my loans for school, pay for law school, buy a house and a reliable car, and then have the boy I love, love me back, impregnate me, and finally have a kid.
(Yes, those who know me, know I'm in this weird mid twenties thing of wanting a kid--it's weird, but....Since all of the above wont happen...)
The hopes: To make enough over break to pay for what needs to be taken care of plus one pair of jeans, utilize my time well enough to get two or three papers completely done for the semester, and somehow sqeeze in enough time to see my sorority expand, get enough "boy time" out of my system so I can concentrate for the remainder of the semester, and make time to fix things with the people that I really do want in my life.
Now...as I told one such person, time to take a nap and make it all happen.
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Clovis boy. He calls at 3am and tells me he loves me. yeah. did i mention he has a girlfriend.
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One Flaw In Women
By the time the Lord made woman, <o:p></o:p>
He was into his sixth day of working overtime. <o:p></o:p>
An angel appeared and said, <o:p></o:p>
"Why are you spending so much time on this one?" <o:p></o:p>
And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her? <o:p></o:p>
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, <o:p></o:p>
have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable <o:p></o:p>
and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, <o:p></o:p>
have a lap that can hold four children at one time, <o:p></o:p>
have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart <o:p></o:p>
-and she will do everything <o:p></o:p>
with only two hands." <o:p></o:p>
The angel was astounded at the requirements. <o:p></o:p>
"Only two hands!? No way! <o:p></o:p>
And that's just on the standard model? <o:p></o:p>
That's too much work for one day. <o:p></o:p>
Wait until tomorrow to finish." <o:p></o:p>
But I won't," the Lord protested. <o:p></o:p>
"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. <o:p></o:p>
She already heals herself when she is sick <o:p></o:p>
AND can work 18 hour days." <o:p></o:p>
The angel moved closer and touched the woman. <o:p></o:p>
"But you have made her so soft, Lord." <o:p></o:p>
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, <o:p></o:p>
"but I have also made her tough. <o:p></o:p>
You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish." <o:p></o:p>
"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel. <o:p></o:p>
The Lord replied, <o:p></o:p>
"Not only will she be able to think, <o:p></o:p>
she will be able to reason and negotiate." <o:p></o:p>
The angel then noticed something, <o:p></o:p>
and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek. <o:p></o:p>
"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. <o:p></o:p>
I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one." <o:p></o:p>
"That's not a leak," <o:p></o:p>
the Lord corrected, <o:p></o:p>
"that's a tear!" <o:p></o:p>
"What's the tear for?" the angel asked. <o:p></o:p>
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, <o:p></o:p>
her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, <o:p></o:p>
her loneliness, her grief and her pride." <o:p></o:p>
The angel was impressed. <o:p></o:p>
"You are a genius, Lord. <o:p></o:p>
You thought of everything! <o:p></o:p>
Woman is truly amazing." <o:p></o:p>
And she is! <o:p></o:p>
Women have strengths that amaze men. <o:p></o:p>
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, <o:p></o:p>
but they hold happiness, <o:p></o:p>
love and joy. <o:p></o:p>
They smile when they want to scream. <o:p></o:p>
They sing when they want to cry. <o:p></o:p>
They cry when they are happy <o:p></o:p>
and laugh when they are nervous. <o:p></o:p>
They fight for what they believe in. <o:p></o:p>
They stand up to injustice. <o:p></o:p>
They don't take "no" for an answer <o:p></o:p>
when they believe there is a better solution. <o:p></o:p>
They go without so their family can have. <o:p></o:p>
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. <o:p></o:p>
They love unconditionally. <o:p></o:p>
They cry when their children excel <o:p></o:p>
and cheer when their friends get awards. <o:p></o:p>
They are happy when they hear about <o:p></o:p>
a birth or a wedding. <o:p></o:p>
<pstyle ="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" align="center">Their hearts break when a friend dies. <o:p></o:p>They grieve at the loss of a family member, <o:p></o:p>
yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. <o:p></o:p>
They know that a hug and a kiss <o:p></o:p>
can heal a broken heart. <o:p></o:p>
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. <o:p></o:p>
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you <o:p></o:p>
to show how much they care about you. <o:p></o:p>
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. <o:p></o:p>
They bring joy, hope and love. <o:p></o:p>
<fontcolor ="maroon" size="1">They have compassion and ideals. <o:p></o:p>
They give moral support to their family and friends. <o:p></o:p>
Women have vital things to say and everything to give. <o:p></o:p>
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, <o:p></o:p>
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.10:08 PM | Filed Under | 0 Comments
Day 2: Productivity again. Handeling what I need to handle, keeping out of trouble til the weekend, and packing a suitcase.
(Hmmm. There were some JM lyrics about home being where you put your suitcase down. It suddenly makes a lot of sense... I should go look those up, or maybe someone can enlighten us. Just a random thought.)
Calling my Marine shortly. C is doing pretty cool from the one time I've spoken to him. I know nothing of his personal life, and to be honest its better that way.
Speaking of bigger and better things. Clovis manana. I'm trying to get up the courage to talk to clovis boy. but as my East Coast girls would say....i'ma escared.
well marine must be attended to. then clovis. then NY. then if time permits, cali. lol. but really all i want is a place to call home, and a boy to call my own.
(Hmmm. There were some JM lyrics about home being where you put your suitcase down. It suddenly makes a lot of sense... I should go look those up, or maybe someone can enlighten us. Just a random thought.)
Calling my Marine shortly. C is doing pretty cool from the one time I've spoken to him. I know nothing of his personal life, and to be honest its better that way.
Speaking of bigger and better things. Clovis manana. I'm trying to get up the courage to talk to clovis boy. but as my East Coast girls would say....i'ma escared.
well marine must be attended to. then clovis. then NY. then if time permits, cali. lol. but really all i want is a place to call home, and a boy to call my own.
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