Monday, February 18, 2013

reflection on last post

I APOLOGIZE, CONNOR.  I know you need to make a post sometime, but I need to say this real fast.

I was reflecting on my last post about needing to find a creepy man to swoon over me.  And in all seriousness, I thought it would be a good idea.  I would love to be treated like the greatest thing to ever walk this Earth.  You know, until I watched this youtube video with Dave Franco, who, let me tell you, is one of the most delicious men you will ever lay your eyes on.  I was in absolute shock.  I can't do it.  Nope.  I'll give you the premise of the video.  He was playing Would You Rather with this woman and she is apparently a good friend of his.  But he finds out that choosing an option in the game becomes true.  So to prove it to her he gives her two scenarios, one that includes having sex with this nerdy man.  And she chooses that option and it flashes to her having sex with him.  Later they realize they are in love with one another and they begin to fool around in bed.  UM HELLO.  THE DIFFERENCE IS DISTURBING.  So, I have concluded that I would rather be alone than with a creepy man.  Don't touch me, unless you are at the level of this sexy man or above.  That is all.  I will post the link to the video I am talking about so you can all see what I mean.  And if you don't agree, then you are no friend of me and Dave Franco, my future husband.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfCp1QKzOSs

Sunday, February 17, 2013

the mind is a dangerous place

today was a good awakening. I mean, fuck, I know I'm ugly - but when people don't have the decency to .. I don't even know. I get pissed when people lie to me and tell me I'm pretty, because I'm not. but I get pissed when people call me ugly. because, dude, I know that my face isn't the easiest thing to look at, and that my body isn't up to par, you don't have to tell me. you're wasting your breath. and then my emotions flare. like, damn, don't come up to my face and tell me my tits are small and my face is jank. everyone who has ever met me knows that. everyone. so you don't have to say anything, asshole. all I want to do is break off your nasty-ass jaw and shove it up your prestigious asshole. ... you know, I just need to find a really ugly man, who thinks I am a goddess and treats me like one. be prepared, creepy ugly guys, cause I'm coming for ya.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

sometimes I wonder

what the hell am I doing?
why do I have so much emotional investment? I get so involved in everything. everything. people, ideas, dreams, goals, nothing is safe. when I find something that I connect with, you can't stop me from investing in it. no matter what it is. no matter how much energy or time it drains me of. I can't help it. and as much as I don't want to connect with it, it just happens. out of my control. I wish it was like a switch. I could turn it on when I wanted and off when I wished for it to disappear. out of sight. out of mind.