…it’s not what you think. Well, maybe it is…what are you thinking?

The New and Improved Top 5

  1. Jon Bon Jovi (always will be!)
  2. David Cook (a new addition, the dude is hot and his voice rocks)
  3. Johnny Depp (yeah…even guys will do him, he’s a no brainer)
  4. Jason Statham (just let the man speak!  I’ll do the rest myself)
  5. Rupert Grint (I think he has a lot of the same facial structure as JBJ)

Just to clarify, these are the 5 that I’m allowed to sleep with no matter what.  I can’t be blamed, or called a cheater.  This is get out of jail free booty!

Who Am I?

So, let’s go on a journey of self discovery.  Why?  Because I said so.

Well, you know well enough by now, assuming you’ve read posts besides this one, that I’m an ass.  I’m the first to admit it.  I tend to be a bitch, and people generally either like me a lot, or hate me.  I have friends that have admitted to me, “I really hated you when I first met you.”  I’m glad they hung out long enough to figure out who I really am.

I’m (in my mind):

  • weird
  • mildly mentally disabled (ok, maybe not mildly)
  • unskinny
  • addicted to coffee with too much cream and sugar
  • slightly obsessive compulsive
  • more than slightly scatterbrained

When I asked my friends:

  • retarded
  • dorky
  • sincere
  • open-hearted
  • caring
  • mundane
  • sarcastic
  • quirky
  • funny
  • nerdy

Mundane?  Really?  I asked the person that said that what she meant…  She says “You hate change.  You freaked when you cut your hair!  You do the same stuff each day.  You don’t buy new clothes.  You have your pattern.”  Does that make me mundane?  I don’t want to be mundane!  I looked it up.  I’m ordinary?  Commonplace?  All these years wasted.  Damnit.  Thanks Alissia.  Now I’m bummed.  :P  And I don’t hate change!  I like new stuff.  But I can see her point.  lol.  I do hate my haircut.  But because I think it makes my face look chubby, and I can’t get it off my neck.

Hi!  Back to what the fuck I was talking about to start with…  ME, and my messed up noggin.  Maybe it’s not about who I am, but who I want to be.  Or how I want to be.

You know the couples you see that are old and in love?  The man always talks about the wife being a nag, and the woman always says the man isn’t worth the trouble.  Yet, you just KNOW that their world revolves around the other.  I’ve seen them, I know that exists.  I’m glad that it exists, and someday, I hope I have that.  Some old fart on my porch drinking a beer and telling his buddies what a pain in the ass I am, all the while with that twinkle in his eye.  Hey, I know I’m an ass, it’s all good.

Back to the regularly scheduled shit tomorrow.  This introspective crap takes too much thinking.

-Bawdy

Bitter is at the back of the tongue

Alright, so…I’m single. Again.  But you know, it’s not me.  I’m a great person, and I’m fun to be around.  I’m just not marriage material.  I’ve got news for you asshole, I’ve been married TWICE, of course I’m marriage material!

Seriously, tho…being dumped makes you think.  Being dumped within days of lending the dude money to buy a car makes you angry.  So, now I’m thinking, “What a fucking dickwad!”  and also, “Why was I so easy to set aside?” I’m alternating between seething anger, and self pity.   Oh, and let’s not forget maniacal laughter.  He was in a car accident last week and while he’s just fine, the car that he borrowed money to purchase…is now a piece of lawn garbage.  I’m telling you, someone somewhere must like me. Karma folks, it’s real.  After I found out he was alright, I laughed for a good 15 minutes.  I’m an evil bitch, I know.  I can’t help it.  You have to admit, sometimes things just work out nicely.  So, I’m in recovery mode.  I’m fine, He’s an ass.

However, something snapped yesterday.  I got a call in the afternoon from fuckstick (my coworker named him that.  lol) he had talked to the insurance adjuster.  They are quoting $1000 more than what *I* paid for the car.  He says to me, “there are two ways we can do this, you can title the car to me and I’ll give you back the money, or they cut you the check and you give me the money.”  Hmmm.  Let me see….I think I’ll take the check, thanks.   Then he makes some statement about using all of the money to buy a better car.  Um…what about the part where you dumped me?  Why do you think I’m going to let you borrow money from me again?  I’m a nice person, but seriously, I’m not that STUPID.  Besides the fact that I still want to strangle you at odd moments.  So I told him to fuck off.  Literally.

So, I’m single.  And I’m about to have a chunk o’money.  Where should I visit first?