connection

Oh, how I miss thee internet.  Borders is a lovely establishment to hang out and utilize free wireless, but not my ideal pick. I will be making a trip to my cellular provider in the near future to see about purchasing some form of internet "hot spot".   I may have to downgrade other materialistic features, but in the name of the internet, it is worth it.

Fluff

I want soup, salad, and breadsticks from Olive Garden.






(My posts have been a tad drab lately, I apologize)

It skips a beat from time to time..

 I am growing weary of seeing you everywhere I go.  These ghosts highlight my moments of regret and make me hang my head in shame.  

I look up to the sky searching for answers. My arms outstretched waiting for that embrace of contentment, that feeling that everything will be okay.  I will wait forever, I tell myself. Forever and a day.  

Nutrition

I cannot even begin to tell you the last time I cooked a meal. A real meal.  That being said, I don't know what I've been eating the past few months either. I am not wasting away and not blowing up into a blimp, so I guess that's a positive for one who has completely lost her mind in the areas of food consumption.

Revolving door

When one door closes.. another one gets slammed in your face.  

Poll

To all of those in favor of democracy, I put up a poll on here. It can be found on the upper right hand side of my blog.  I have been toying with the idea of "opening" up a little more and was just looking for some input.  So, yeah, go vote and stuff. Or, feel free to comment on this post, if you don't think my choices are adequate.

I am like a bird...

All good things must come to an end. What self loathing bastard said that anyway? I'm a giver in relationships. I blame it on my mother, my grandmother, and whoever else in my bloodline of women decided that neglecting oneself and taking care of everyone else, was a grand idea.  Last night, I broke the cycle. I feel so free, so empowered, and so strong! So, why do I also feel so unsure as well. Why do I feel my skin crawling and the whispers of regret sneaking up on me? Why can I not rid myself of this bad taste that has been in my mouth ever since? Naked dreams. Does anyone have those? Where suddenly you find yourself in a crowded room and you ever so "conveniently" are without a stitch of clothing and all eyes are on you? That sums up my feelings about now.

Current fear? Fighting for what I believe in, settling for nothing, and ending up alone.  Is that the fate of a strong woman?


 For those worrying that I am on the verge of turning into a non-shaving, animalistic, picketing feminist, let me ease your mind.. The movie quote that consumes me at this moment is "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." 

Self destruction

I am masochistic. It's official.