my old who i’d like to meet section

someone who will lay beside me while i sleep and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. someone who can understand me, even when i am being stupid. someone who doesn't expect much from me. someone i don't expect much from. someone who works. someone who lets me be myself, and realizes that i need time just to go out and be a girl. someone who doesn't care what i look like, as long as i have a good heart. someone who realizes that i am quirky, and doesn't care that i want to dye my hair hot pink and black. someone who doesn't lie to me. someone who reminds me a lot of me. someone like you.


Okay, to be perfectly honest, I think I may have to put what I do not want to meet.

1. I don't want to meet someone who is only interested in sex.
2. I don't want someone who is addicted to drugs of anyone.
3. I don't want someone who cannot work, and then depends on me to take care of them. I am not your momma. Get off your ass and work.
4. If you don't want kids, I probably do not want to deal with your bullshit.
5. If you can't make time for me, I don't think I will be able to make time for you.

okay, tell me why it is that i am always looking, but never finding. is it because i have already found what i am looking for, but just gave up on it because it was too hard? this life sucks. i am ready for what comes next, but that too is not presenting itself. i am tired of always finding guys that don't last. i want something real, something that i can hold on to... is that too much to ask?


Okay, here are my requirements.

1. i want a guy with a job. i work, so he should have to work too.
2. i want a guy who has all of his teeth. LMAO.
3. i want a guy who has ambition, either to his job, or towards going somewhere with his life.
4. if you don't want kids, move along. no point in wasting my time, or yours.
5. if you do drugs, even weed, see number 4.
6. i want a guy who is musically talented, or at least likes music.
7. if you are in the military, or work as a cop, emt, or fire fighter, you will score major points with me. i love a man in uniform.
8. i want a guy who isn't abusive. i have dealt with this before, and i am not dealing with it again.
9. i want a guy who is willing to spend a great deal of time with me, or near me. even if we aren't talking. just sitting next to each other enjoying the silence.
10. i want a guy over the age of 20. preferably someone who drinks socially. not an outright alcoholic.
11. if you are interested in dungeons and dragons, WOW, or any other sword fighting, role playing stuff, don't tell me. i don't need to know.
12. i want a guy who isn't going to go back to his ex girlfriend next week. if you cheat on me with a fat chick with a mustache, go fuck yourself.

If you actually made it this far, and you think you can make me happy, message me. Right now, I am at a point of my life where I am picky. Don't expect much from me, because I am not in the mood for your bullshit. Also, don't expect sex from me. I am not wanting a sexual relationship.





so yea, this basically sums everything up. i am not majorly picky. at least i don't think i am.

Don't hit on your waiter. He might be married...

I think the title says enough. The hot waiters at Rancho, Luis and Abel, are married. Also, they have kids... I had to learn the hard way. Maybe now, this will help some of you.

In other words, I am single again. And for some reason, I intend to stay that way, because there are only two other guys I'd date, and neither of them live in this area... but then again, I'd probably take HIM back...

hate me

(Verse 1)
I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you, Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face
And will you never try to reach me, it is I that wanted space

(Chorus)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you

(Verse 2)
I'm sober now for 3 whole months, it's one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing that I won't touch again
In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I'll never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

(Chorus)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you


(Verse 3)
And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I have made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling make it go away,
Just make her smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?"

(Chorus)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you

my birthday

my birthday was awesome. i'll post pictures of it soon. my younger sister made the mistake of telling abel, a rancho grande waiter, that it was my birthday. at the end of my meal, the whole staff came out carrying a sombrero, a plate of sour cream, a cup of spoons, and a camera.. they were singing to me in spanish. well, abel puts the sombrero on my head, and walks behind me, and puts sour cream on my face. i jumped up out of my chair, put sour cream on my hands, and i started putting sour cream on his face... well, he moved, and they got picks of me with him backed up into a corner fighting for his life, or so i wouldn't put sour cream on him. then they got picks of me with sour cream on my face... omg it was hilarious. after the staff left, abel was still in the back, and i still had sour cream, so i took a hand full of it and threw it at him. he ducked, so it went into his hair. it was freakin awesome.

okay...

I noticed that a lot of the stuff i'm posting lately on anything has been called okay... whatever though. currently my computer is dead, so i'm at the library checking my stuff. we're waiting on beall's to get my sisters check in the mail... yea, that's about it. anyways, tomorrow is my birthday. i need plans. if any of you are local, get in touch with me somehow... we should hang out. since i know most of you, and i'm assured that none of you are freaks, i think i'm going to post my number so my locals can call me. i need someone to hang out with. i'm going through a very hard time right now. i think i'm going to become a nun... or whatever. i'm not ready to share, so just keep me in mind whenever you are feeling sad, and know that i am also feeling very bad... yea, you heard me....

my original about me

I'm a very self-conscious person. I lack the social skills of a fly because I am shy, and I don't like talking to people. I read a lot in my spare time, because television bores me. I make jokes about my life, in terms of who I am, and who I could be. I lie to people to make them feel better because I don't like hurting people. I am a flirt, and I think everyone knows it. I go after guys who are already in relationships. I hate being rejected, so I don't allow myself to meet new people. I want to be happy, but it is so much easier trying to be sad. I walk with my head down to avoid eye contact with other people. Maybe they won't talk to me if I'm not looking at them. Right now I'm in conflict with my beliefs. I'm not sure what they are, but I would like to find out. If anyone wants to help me with this, feel free. I am a very cooperative person, but only because I want to avoid conflict. I hate hunting, and killing animals, yet, I eat meat. I'm semi-preppy, but I make fun of preps. I love music, but I hate playing the flute. I think the most beautiful music comes from saxophones, and pianos. I have strange dreams about things that sometimes come true. Horror movies scare me, but I like watching them. I love musicals. My favorites so far are Grease and Chicago. I like Dirty Dancing, but I prefer Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. I like to wear black, but pink is nice too. Calla lilies are pretty, but give them to me with black roses. I claim to hate rap, but I love Kanye West. I enjoy watching people dance, but I would never entertain the idea of dancing myself. I am a poet, and a chef. I make the best desserts. The only real food I cook is chicken spaghetti, and sometimes chicken enchiladas. I love Angelina Jolie. I think people are works of art. I want to have kids one day maybe I'll adopt. But most of all, I want to love someone, and be loved in return.

so, this is the worst day ever.

I say that like someone had died, and in a sense, someone has. Yesterday, my Sidekick II was stolen. As in, I left it on my coffee table while I went to the store, and when I came back, it was no where to be found. I have two witnesses who will attest to this. So I spent the better part of way too damn early to be awake looking for my cell phone, even though I knew where I left it.

Needless to say, my efforts were in vain. Jodi ended up finding my cell phone early this morning, laying casually in the yard in an area I never go. Which is weird, but whatever. My cell phone is destroyed. It looks like someone's dog used it for a chew toy.

At the moment I feel like Paris Hilton, because of the whole Sidekick thing.

Just a friendly reminder: Lock your doors Joaquin people. There is apparently a thief on the loose.