Dear Winter

You have been hiding all season and I have been really depressed. A couple days of 20-30 degree weather does not constitute as a winter. I’ve prayed, wished and hoped for you but never really saw you. One day you surprised me with a couple of pathetic snow flurries, but that was it.

It is now February and after 6 long weeks of hot temperatures you’ve graced us with a couple days of coldness. Well guess what? I’m over you! You can pack up your cold weather and revisit us next year. At this point I’ve gotten use to the spring and winter is just annoying me. Sorry for your delayed appearance, it’s just too late. 

My Journey's: His Mistake My Bad

I dated this guy for a very quick second back in high school. Because I was young and he was stupid he kind of broke my heart. See I still had my V card and he was just going off to college. Such is life, if you’re a college boy and your girl isn’t putting out there’s really no use for her. I kid, but there is a little truth in every joke. Really it just wasn’t right for either of us. But as you do, I got all weepy about it and my heart was broken.

A couple of years later, being good friends, we decided to try again. This time I was both young and stupid. I had pretty much just gotten out of a very long and draining relationship, probably shouldn’t have jumped back into one. I was just starting to live the single life and I was on the brink of turning 21. It all happened a bit too fast and I broke his heart. I mean I love him, but he pretty much moved into my house on day one! And as most men do, because they really weak, he lashed out verbally and we didn’t speak for about 3 years. I lost my best friend. Awwws.

Present day we’ve become good friends again. Maybe it’s my “want to get married clock” ticking, but I’m beginning to wonder if the past was a trail run for the future. I’m not saying anything will or is happening; my thought process is just running. In a perfect world if I weren’t so picky maybe it would work out. 

Droppin dem Bombs

I love how people can just unleash their bombs while in the bathroom stall next to me. Further more, while I’m in the bathroom at all. I just cannot do that.

It’s always happening to me though. I’ll be in a stall and someone will come in, sit in the stall right next to me and just bomb it out! Sometimes I have a hard time not laughing. Mostly I just sit very still and wonder if this person even knows I’m in there. 

And I Dreamt of Weirdness

The past two nights I had dreams about my ex. The first one involved his evil sissy. See we use to be, what I thought was close friends, but when her brother and I started dating she turned into mega bitch. She sometimes haunts my dreams being the bitch that she is and me screaming at her. I guess through my dreams is the only way to get all that aggression out.

Anyways, I dreamt that a bunch of us gurls were at a party and she was there (ick). Which is fine, I see her from time to time in bigger groups. My sister was trashed off some wine and seeked bitchy out to make amends. Now, I can hold a grudge just as much as the next scorpio but my sister she puts a new meaning in grudge holding. I would be the first to talk to this evil again not my sister. So, my sister is all wine wasted talking to bitchy and they’re making amends and I’m pissed! I storm off, knowing that bitchy has seen me and I’m embarrassed that she knows I’m mad about this. I go outside to the car and start complaining to my gurl friends and they’re wondering why my sister is talking to her too. I then wake up.

Last night my dream involved my ex directly. He invited me to his wedding!!! The gall! I was obviously confused and upset by this, so I went to another ex for advice. I asked him if he was invited and if I should go. I don’t recall the advice exactly, but I know that it was good advice because I could feel myself feeling relived in the dream. Thus waking up.

I don’t know what these dreams mean, but I think it rather weird. I know that if I were invited to that wedding, and I don’t think I would ever, I would NOT go. And I can’t say that I will never speak to bitchy again, even though it’s highly unlikely, but I know Tracy wouldn’t be the one to initiate that wine drunk or not. 

Elevator Horror of the (early) Week

Yesterday evening I stayed a little late at work. So, it was only about 2 minutes, late is late ok! Anyways, I stayed a little bit late at work and as you would think the elevator wasn’t all that busy. I made it all the way down to the 2nd floor before some asshole hopped on. The reason this guy is an asshole is because he got on at 2 and got off at 1!

Honestly I will never understand people’s laziness for getting on an elevator to get off ONE floor. The dreaded elevator is the last thing I want to do. I feel it slows me down and let’s be honest; those things are always messing up, but I’m up 12 floors I have no other choice. This guy, he had a choice. He got on at 2, played with his cell for literally a second, and got off at 1. Waste of my time.

I leave you with this article I found on Elevator Disasters.

I mean wow. 

RuPaul’s Drag Race: SEASON 4

I absolutely love this show. Not only is it hilarial but also those queen bitches are catty as hell. So far this season I don’t really have a favorite. A couple of likes, but no Raven or Pandora Box or my gurl SHANGALA! Ha.la.lou.

There’s one queen that is a really heavy black man by day. Has an f’d up grill, been in jail and has lived to tell the tail. By night he’s a very pretty heavy black women. I don’t get it. How do they look so pretty in drag? All that make up they put on. They look like yellow stripped zebra faces in the make up room, but on the runway…Beauty.

Anyways, I wish that Ru would host a contest for a guest judge. I would enter that shit. I want to judge these hot messes on the runway. Me thinks it would be the time of my life.

It’s What I Do

I was told recently that my journeys were stupid, and worthless. A load of crap and meaningless. This may be so, but they’re mine and I am not asking anyone to pay attention. I write these stories for a couple reasons: 1) To keep in memory and 2) because some of them are straight funny.

I started the online dating because I was coming out of a long relationship and needed to not only get out of my head, but I wanted to see what else was out t here. No, I wasn’t looking for something. Yes I was trying to get out of my bubble. You see Chamblee is a small tight bubble. It’s a blessing and a curse that we all know each other. At the beginning I just needed to get out of that. And I did! This may not be meaningful to some people, but it is and was to me.

Some may say online dating is for suckers or weird o’s. Others may say at least you’re trying. The supporters are what got me through 3 years of it. I may have suggested online dating to quite a few friends in the years but it’s not for everybody, and if you don’t like it don’t do it. It’s easier to cancel then it was to set it up. Damnit if those sites don’t have you answering a load of questions and filling out surveys and creating a criteria that they don’t even match you based on.

The point is I’m human. Yes my blog is filled with spelling and grammar errors. Yes I go on meaningless dates. I don’t care. I never claimed to be something I’m not. My posts may seem rough or vulnerable lately. It’s been a long couple weeks. Work is buggin, friends are buggin, life is buggin. I’ve realized that I have some of the best and not so best friends, acquaintances rather. Ones that would be there for me no matter what. And others that are too hard on me or only there when the time is right. And that’s ok, I’m fine with that. I’m just old enough now to not give a shit either way.

I do this for me and the few readers that enjoy what I have to say.