Posts Tagged ‘Roman’

Well its been a few weeks since my last post. So this is going to be a “doozy”. Recently I awoke with an excruciating headache, mind you it was in the middle of the night. 3am, tossing and turning, pounding, throbbing, not the good pounding or throbbing that I am used to but still extremely painful. Had to pop 6 IBprofuen and six 5mg of Melatonin just to get back to sleep.

So lately, work has been fucked up. With the new physician coming in and the current one leaving to go off and do better things with her career. Its been slow, thus leading to tremendous cut in working hours. I miss the days of working 40+ hours a week. Selling glasses that look fantastic on ones face. And feeling like “Jerry McGuire” «Show Me The Money» now work has slashed my hours from 40+ to just above 31.5. I shouldn’t complain though because like many millions on americans, they don’t have any jobs. Its just difficult for the fact that here I lay/sit pissed off because I pissed my money away on stupid shit. Clothes, the dog (spoil her to much) car stuff, bedding …etc. Legitimate purchases, but pricy. Life would be so much happier if humans didn’t have bills. Don’t you agree?

I’m just bitching. . . I know I know, why should I bitch about this when others are in a different boat. ((LeSigh)) My thoughts are bouncy tonight. Hope you can keep up with my writing as its turning out to be some pshyco a.d.d. attack. Ha! I’m humble, well rounded with a head on my shoulders. I dream for a picture perfect life with a man that I dream of so often. All my friends are dating or are in long term relationships and or married. I can only hope my turn will come soon. I do understand I need to sort out the kinks and twist(s) in my life before I am ready for “that one special man” but damn it I want it and I want it now! Patience lately has not been a particularly large virtue in my life. In time it will come when its ready.

Last week I ended up taken my parents, and my pup to the local groomers. They all needed it really bad. Sophia was stinking like no other. Did my usual rounds in the morning and stop into this country-ish java house. Right next to the java house was a nifty lil store called Rowe Pottery. Really cool stuff there as it has given me ideas for next spring and the seasons plants. I eneded up watching the owner of the store, hand make pots and pottery for decoration for ones house. Rather interesting I will add.

Yesterday was quite interesting, really did much of nothing except tinker with my phone. Was extremely nice to finally have a day of doing absolutely nothing! And now today I am spending the day cleaning up the house and putting harvest decorations up and around the place to get ready for autumn. One thing I can’t stand about autumn is the fact that our gracious pollenosis/pollen suckers aka The Honey Bee/Wasp(s)/Black&Yellow Jacket Hornets are completely stooptified by the dramatic change in temperature. Fucking annoying as I bat my hands around like a little school girl, cursing at them until I manage to swat one of them to the ground and kill’em with my shoe. ((Fucking bee’s )) I’m extremely allergic to them if you haven’t guess already.

So in the midst of tinkering with my phone, I finally downloaded the Beta “Grindr” app for BlackBerry. Interesting I must say. Some great looking fellas on there and yet what always happens?? I get approched by the the fat old troll whom are like 65 and are married with a billion kids. ((Yuck)) fuck my life. This leads me to another conclusion.

I was talking to that really hot doctor (Ophthalmic Physician«my kinda guy, same interests’ as me hence I’m in the ophthalmic industry») from Grindr and he explained to me that I may just be pegged as unapprochable to guys whom are attractive in my eyes. It seems to me that when I get frustrated about why no man comes up to me and asks me out or to dance(not that I can dance to a tune for that matter) I always end up feeling stupid and not one or part of the gay culture “A-list” . He went on to explain that I must give off a “straight ora” «- HA! If only that were visible through my own eyes. Here I sit thinking, how can this be? I always present myself in a manner, which is deemed appropriate and with proper etiquette. My family has brought me up that way. You know, all prim and proper to the notch/knot in the wood and once the relationship has settled into a routine, then you let the wood splinter to show your natural born flaws and foes. I just don’t understand it really. I’m a great catch, one in a million. I am a home nester with circuit boy aptitudes. Well not so much circuit but you get the gist. I’m loyal to the one I cherish. Care for them when it is needed and never have a ever cheated on my partner. I’ve dated 5 guys in my 25 going on 26 years of living. And I don’t intend to once the right one comes along for me.

Through twitter I think I have made some decent acquaintances. Though most out of reach, but lately I find that I want to be that cool guy, chill guy, and friendly – friend to them. Even if they are far from me. Its strange how one can find things in common with others via a WiFi/inter-intranet connection. And I’ll be honest. I have meet some rather appealing men/my type of partner kind of guys online too. ((LeSigh)) if only I lived in the same continent and or country as them, let alone the same city. Its great though because you get to have foreign telephone numbers to text with them. A friend of my via twitter introduced me to “Whatsapp” an app specifically for smart phones. Right now just the iPhone series and the BlackBerry series. Its a sweet app which let’s you text anywhere in the world and not get charged a bloody cent for doing so. At least I won’t have a sky-rocketed cellular bill that could potentially reach a climax of $500 or so. Yay for technology!! 🙂

On a side note, I would like to take a quick shout out to the foreign man. The one who looks all tall dark and handsome. Men with accents and uncut cocks! All that yumminess and facial hair. Such a turn on. I think I have found my kind of guy I want to date. And if he speaks the French, all the more better for me. As I will melt! Love that feeling. I just envision myself with my partner on the streets of Rome, Paris or in some 1,000 year old english city; drinking our coffee and people watching. Just the right lighting and the smell of fresh baked goods in the air. Errrr enough of that, nice to dream but life is nothing like the movies. Reality Check! ! !

So today marks the Autumn cleaning, I just finished pulling up my Solar powered accent lights for my yard, gonna miss the mood lighting for my tall bushes along side the house. And the pathway lights. Thank gosh I got my settlement from the evil empire WalMart. Otherwise I wouldn’t of been able to afford to purchase all these lights.

Anyway until the next time I write I shall leave you with this excerpt from my bouncy brain. . .

Honestly, would you come up to me at a pub and ask me for my number? Be it for a life long friend or even just for a simple cup of joe? Strange as it is, the fucking bee’s flock to me, either because I am sweet to the taste or they’re in a drunken state of weather confusion. I wish just for once, a man grow a pair of balls, approach me and strike up a decent conversation. Which leads me to think only one and one thing alone. “I must be fucking ass/arse ugly and not attractive”. Wouldn’t you feel the same way too?

I just don’t fucking care any more. To hell with’em! You don’t like what you see, move it right along will ya, and take your pussy balls with you. . . . . .

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