lol Okay then...so, my very intelligent friend Seb, (who also has a funky blog http://newdle.blogspot.com) just offered me some assistance when I realised that I had once again, forgotten my username and password.
I'm not the brightest crayon in the box...as you can tell.
Soooo, people, is anyone else out there suffering a great deal of frustration because of what their mind allows them to think and committ to? Remember that guy I said I had a new crush on...well it's just really really pathetic.
I'm not sure about the rest of you, but me, being a girl, has a few set rules. You have to have at least one guy that you'll pretty much always like. It's just a rule. I guess because chicks get bored so easilly, but then are amused by such simple things like lipgloss and nail varnish, they always have to have a back up plan for entertainment, and pining over a guy is a satisfactory way to kill time.
However, aside from that one guy, there are temporary ones that come and go from the 'he's cute' sector. This particular one has just entered. I'm not entirely sure why. He appears to have a slightly higher level of maturity than any other than I have been in contact with in the past year. And I suppose it's a huge thing that he actually uses these words genuinely 'respect women, listen to what they have to say'.
ANYWAYS, don't let me fool you. I like to think I have a little more of a dynamic personality that reaches beyond the likings of simple attractive boys.
I've just published my personal website, it is rather in the petty stages, but I'm working on it. Every time I try to put some hardcore work into it, i get this weird feeling, because I'm not allowed on the net really...it's just this huge agonising story that has probably scarred me for life and instilled a very burning and strong bitterness within me. The sad thing is, is that I'm not joking at all.
I've probably got more internal scars than a regular hospital patient.
Things have been so weird for me lately. I am totally craving a creative outlet. I don't know what it is, or what I need. I told you I wanted a rock band, or something. I've been scouring through the depths of my garage looking for some sheet wood or something I could build a canvas from. That's all very well and good, but I don't have any paints here. This whole sharing houses bullshit sucks hairy anal.
Divorce is shut a crock of shit. I'm seriously considering never having children because I don't want to feel responsible for contributing to how fucked up their lives could be.
I need a new love life. Can I trade it in somewhere? I will seriously, do anything to get rid of the current shit I have. I hate baggage, it's so not sexy.