Saturday, January 21, 2006

Can't Sleep

So I changed up my page a bit and my picture too. I decided that I needed something a bit more feminine. Never realized how quickly people make crappy judgements about others. So there I am sitting at some place called Cosmic Veagan Hindu Land or something thinking... "great company, great food choices... that kid with his mom looks like Hansen." So sadly, I can't even peg him as a particular Hansen brother... besides that would mean I knew far too much about Hansen. So... he has the long hair and the lips... you know, the Hansen lips that while somewhat affeminate scream, "kiss me now." It is at this point that I should state that the boy was probably young enough to warrent my going to hell for saying any of this... or maybe he was 18... oh well. So anyway, I am eyeballing the people in the restaurant, trying desperately to pay attention to the conversation about crab poop that is occuring around me when I notice the people eating off each other plates. I have to say... I hate that. So, Hansen... that song from a few summers ago wasn't so bad. I guess their come back didn't stick though. What was it... Penny something something. Oddly... I find Anderson Cooper sexy. Not sure why, but grrrrrowl. So Wednesday I am headed to the opera. Sadly, I have two tickets, but I will be going alone. That's okay. World, hear me now... I am single and that is okay. So I have a bit of extra cash and I am wondering... do I fly somewhere for a mini alone time vacation or do I buy myself some bling and flash it around town like a crazy spinster. Perhaps I will just put it in savings. Yep.. savings. Hmm... John Stewart, also kinda sexy, but no Anderson Cooper for sure. I think the creases in my face are weird when I smile.

People Don't Really Want to Know What I Think

People often ask me, "so what do you think?" "Do you think I've changed?" "Does this outfit look okay?" "Do you think so and so likes me?"

Let's be honest. You don't want to know what I think. If you are unsure as to whether something you did was wrong... it was. If you can't decide whether of not to wear something... you shouldn't. If you aren't sure if so and so likes you... they most likely don't. People know the answers to their own questions. Many are just looking for some sort of verbal boost telling them what they want to hear. I will no longer be that person. Find someone else to lie to you. Next time you ask me if you look fat in a particular outfit, I'm just going to let you know that the only way to really look fat in an outfit is to actuallly be fat.

Monday, January 16, 2006

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Monday, January 09, 2006

Considering a major friend overhaul on myspace...

As I scroll through my friends on myspace, I wonder exactly why I added them and why they added me. Some people ended up on my list because once many years we had something in common, be it Camp Fire Girls or Mrs. Kelley. Strange. But what really surprises me is the how much I just want to delete some other people. There are people who knew me for a brief moment in time in Stillwater... who in truth don't know me at all... that really wasn't me. There are people who bumped into me in Belton, while I was busy hiding who I really was in order to maintain some semblance of good grace with the Baptist university that doesn't realize the level of oppression they have attained. There are those who think I am someone that I am not and some who know far more than they should. But here are the facts... I am ridding my little corner of the internet of all the people whose last name I don't know. I am deleting people who only knew me in 1998-2000, because that isn't who I really am. I am deleting bands that I don't honestly enjoy. I will wipe clean the list of people who though they live near me only want to drop a line every few weeks and never actually see me in real life. I mean seriously... I'm fun in person! Don't misunderstand, this is not a disgruntled myspace rant, only a reflection. By shrinking the crowd, I will be ale to actually focus on the people who know me... or at least want to know me.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Nothing Exciting, Don't Bother Reading

Part of me is simply curious as to how many people might read this despite the title stating that it is in fact nothing exciting. But I may never know. The only way to be for sure is if you post a comment admiting that you have looked.

I wish I could offer you something for your trouble, but there is nothing to talk about... really.