Bloggerstock: The Story of What is on your Desk

This is my first time participating in Bloggerstock, and I just think it's the coolest thing ever.  Miss Allison is guest posting on my blog today, and I will be guest posting here for TbR.  Check out the Bloggerstock Website to see more about what it's all abouttt!

And now, it is my pleasure to present Allison!

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Hi! I’m Allison from My Quarter-life Crisis  (not a very original blog title, I know) and this is my second Bloggerstock experience and I’m super stoked to be posting for StarGazer today. Bloggerstock is a blog swap project where each blogger posts on the name that comes after them – forming a ring. When I first saw the topic: “The Story of What is on your Desk” I knew immediately that this post was going to have to be photo based. My desk is basically The Island of Misfit Toys meets Office Space meets a hipster book club meeting. My desk is super cluttered! Gone are the days of actually using it as a workspace.



So let’s get right to it, shall we…

To your left is a CD rack – which actually doubles as a lamp. It’s not plugged in and it’s covered in dust. Next to that is a peg-leg sailor statue from Newfoundland, Canada. My parents went there a few years back and when they asked what I wanted I said, “I want a peg-leg sailor statue.” My mom thought it was weird and that it would be hard to find. To her surprise, and mine, she found him (and another). Love it. Next to that is an old photo of my grandfather. He passed away a few years ago and I saw this photo and knew I had to have a copy.

This photo features a mini Champaign bottle full of flags (city of Montreal flag, the Scottish Standing Lion, and The Union Jack). In front of it is an old paper doll called “Dianne.” She was found in the wall in our basement and I’ve had her since I was little. There’s also a fedora that I wore one New Year’s and a tiny book the shape of a cube.

When I was in University, for Professional Writing, I was told it was important to have a variety of dictionaries. While my huge Canadian Oxford isn’t pictured here – these handy pocket dictionaries are. The old one was my grandma’s – which I think is very cool.

I’m a huge book lover and collector. My cheap Ikea desk might collapse someday from the weight.

These are my Dave Eggers’ books (most of them anyways). He’s one of my favourite writers and I also admire his views on traditional publishing. All McSweeney’s (his imprint) books are beautiful – bound in cloth and leather. There’s also a book there by David Sedaris – another hero of mine.

Lastly, every blogger must have writing implements! Sometimes you just gotta kick it old school and write on pen and paper. I’m always writing down ideas by hand.



Thank you for reading! Check my blog for a post by another fine blogger on the same subject!  http://websterslaw.blogspot.com/

Stole this from TbR, I'm feeling uninspired for writing, so this works.

What is your most embarrassing moment of all time?
I got a lot more easily embarrassed when I was younger, I can't think of any big whoppers in my big girl years.  But this one does always stick out in my memory.  I was probably in 3rd or 4th grade.  It was a friday, and I was going to be going home from school with one of my girlfriends to spend the night.  I had packed up some clothes and stuffed them in my backpack, and for some reason I took my backpack with me to my desk to just set it down there (instead of the usual hanging it up next to the classroom door).  Sometime during class, this extremely obnoxious little boy who sat next to me started yelling and pointing down towards my feet.  He scared the bejeezes outta me, but before long, I realized that he was yelling 'ewwwww!!  someone's underwear is on the floorrr!!  EEEEWWWWWWW!!!'  Apparently, the underwear that I had packed had crept out of my bag, and decided to make its big appearance right in front of the boy that I hated the most.  All of the kids started laughing as I scrambled to pick them up and stuff them back where they belonged.  I'm sure I've had other much more embarrassing moments, but it's not everyday that you have an entire classroom of 7 year olds laughing at you!


If you could eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Well, if I knew I would never gain a pound from it, I would probably go with fettuccine alfredo with shrimp and veggies in it.  Actually scratch that, don't joke, but I would go with Olive Garden's Steak Gorganzola Alfredo, with the steak cooked rare.  Oh my god... this dish is just heaven.  I seriously get the same thing everytime I go there.

How old were you when you had your first kiss?
Well, I was in middle school, maybe around the age of 12?  It was this cute little boy with long hair (first sign that I liked girrrrrlls?  hahaha) who was in my youth group.  Yeah, we had our first kiss IN CHURCH.  beat that bitches.  hahaha.

What is your browser home page?
Actually I have no idea.  I just got a new computer and that is one of the things that I haven't changed.  I pretty much always go straight to my email.  But on my old comp, I had the MSNBC homepage.


What colour do you never wear?
khaki, or beige, or yellow.  Well, yellow I will wear, just as long as it's an accent color, not like the entire color of the ensemble.  I've actually started wearing a lot more color this year, I used to just wear a lot of black (this started in hair school, we had to wear all black everyday) with jeans.  I still wear pretty much just jeans unless I'm in a skirt or a dress, but yeah, colors have definitely made their way into my wardrobe this year, and I like it.  :)

Nature lover or city slicker?
This is hard to say right now.  I think that I want to end up in the country, but I really love being in a big city too.  I've grown up in the same place, been here all my life, and it's kind of a mix of the two, but without ANY of the perks of either.  I think that I just want to move and experience both extremes for themselves.

If you were granted three wishes, what would they be?
HMMMMM...  let me think.

1.  I'd want to become wealthy just by selling my art (or at least just enough to survive!) If I could do nothing but paint all day... my life would be set.

2.  I'd wish to fall in love, a deep real love, like nothing I've ever experienced before.

3.  I'd wish to drop my excess weight, without actually having to work for it lol. 


Do you have any scars? How did you get them?
Well I have lots of teeny tiny little scars on my hands, most of them you can't even see anymore, but they're from cutting myself during haircuts.  Our shears are SHARP!  There have been quite a few times where I have cut myself in the middle of a haircut, and just smiled saying 'I'll be right back!' as I jet to the back room and had my coworker wrap up my finger with a bandaid and surgical tape, then run back to finish the cut haha.

Have you ever seen a ghost?
I believe that I have seen one.  It was in a friend's house.  Funny part is that I knew two different families that lived in this same house, and both said that it was haunted.  It was while the second family was living there that I went to spend the night with the girl (we were probably in middle school), and as we were watching a movie late at night, we saw a shadow on the wall beside us in the flickering lights from the movie.  It sent chills all through my body, and it was only a flash of a shadow. 

What is your dream job?
 
Ha, well, I think I already answered this.  I just want to paint.  I do love doing hair too, don't get me wrong, but painting is just something I do for myself first, and for other people after, if they like it. 
 
Ya'll need to steal this from me now, and answer the questions.  hehe.

But everytime I close my eyes, I see my name in shining lights.

Had another fantabulous weekend!  I may not remember all of it, but I do remember that it was great.  My summer tan is off to a head start with all this ridiculous HEAT, so if I'm outside, I'm in the pool haha.  My shoulders and thighs are peeling as we speak. Or, maybe as I type, and you read.  heh.

My friend H and I have been spending a lot of time together.  I'm really excited about how well we get along, it's been a couple years since I really felt like I had a best friend.  She's been a client of mine for a couple years, but we just started hanging out this year as friends.  She's the one that I'm going to be getting a place with.  I just love her to pieces.  We always have a good time, usually end up laughing for hours and getting a little messed up haha.  I took her with me to see Squirty this past weekend.  We all went to Squirt's horsey barn, met her horses, and watched her ride.  She offered to let me ride her GYNORMOUS horsey when she was done, but it was just so hot outside that by then I felt a little like I was dying.  hehe ok...  maybe not DYING but still...  sooooooo not comfy.  After that, we headed back to the house to freshen up, and then headed out to that same bar where I saw my dream girl about a month ago or so.  The freakin bar was empty as hell...  like.. freakishly empty.  But we still danced for a bit, H even spinned around the big pole in the middle of the dance floor (that was a sight, the only straight girl in there swinging on a pole in a lesbo bar hahaha) and we had some drinks, met a girl who had a tattoo on her ear, and I pouted a little bit about not seeing my dream girl again.  We tried a couple other places when we finally realized that it wasnt going to pick up at all that night, the first place scared the bejeezes outta me, so we tried another place that was jam packed, and H found a new dancing partner who pulled her up on stage and then blew her off 3 minutes later.  I'd be surprised if she remembers that lol, we had just sucked down the final redbull and vodka of the night.  When we got home, we ate our leftover pizza and hummus, did a little bit more of what Katt Williams (that guy is hilariousss) would say is his favorite pasttime, and basically passed out. 

Squirt filled our bellies with yum yum pancakes and coffee the next morning, and we were on our way home.  We got stuck in traffic and tried to take a detour around it... got totally lost hahaha.  We ended up on the Colonial Parkway in Williamsburg, which apparently is a NEVER ENDING but gorgeous place.  They even have beaches out there.  I kept thinking that it would end and somehow lead us back to the interstate, but it never did, so we were on that thing for a little over an hour, from start to finish (which was back where we started).  Even that was fun though, we were jammin out to 'I wanna be a billionaireee so fuckin bad...  buy all of the things I never had...'  omgosh i love that song lol.  We probably repeated it like 10 times. 

The rest of the weekend was spent doing some hair clients, in the pool, and at a bbq.  I love summatime!!

I'm a day late...

But I'm a blogging cheater and I'm gonna play anyway hehe.  I just came across this and I wanna play!  Visit Keely's page to play along. 






The questions..




1. While at the beach, pool, etc..Do you cover up your assets or show them off?  It's just too hard to cover them up haha.  My boobs are assets that I don't hide very often.  I do cover up my tummy though.  That... is not quite an 'asset' right now lol.


2. Road trips or Plane trips?  It all depends on who you're traveling with.  If i'm with family, I need to make the traveling part as quick and painless as possible lol.  But with friends or a lover, road trips are one of my favorite things, they totally warm my heart :).


3. I can't stand it when...?  people purposely use incorrect grammar or slang.


4. Have you ever gone topless at the beach?  haha... yeah..  read my last post actually!  I haven't ever gone topless in the daytime though, but I would in a different country or something, where it was allowed.  I actually just talked to someone about this recently.  I think it would be invigorating.


5. How many blog carnivals do you do a week?  Well, as of now, this is gonna be my only one.


6. My favorite thing about the weekend is...?  Letting loose and seeing friends and the beach or pool. 


7. Pancakes or waffles?  Usually pancakes.  Especially with bananas in them.  I grew up on that.  Yummmm!


8. Water Park or Amusement Park?  Water park!!  I used to be able to ride all the amusement park rides all day long, but now I get motion sickness on them.  Water parks are a blast though.

Summatiiiiiiiime and the livin's easy.

Man...  there's just a whole different feeling in the air, when it's summertime.  I'm really just having a great time, and I am loving this feeling.  I feel like life is just full of possibilities, and it's all being laid out before me.  I told myself at the beginning of this year, that this was going to be 'MY YEAR'.  My year to make something of myself, my year to fall in love, my year to learn more about myself, my year to discover what it is that I'm really looking for, my year to just flat out be happy.  And guess what?  It's working.  I'm happy.  chyeahhh!

I'll tell ya what, sometimes being single is flippin awesome.  It's especially awesome when you're not hung up on anyone, and truly just living for yourself.  I had another amazing beach night with a new flame.  This flame (if it even goes this far) is going to be nothing serious at all, we've already established that we are just NOT RIGHT for each other as far as relationships go.  But the sexual chemistry is definitely there, and I think it might be good for me to just let myself go, and enjoy something just for the fun of it.  It's pretty funny how we met, she's actually that other ex of the nasty ex I had written about recently a few times.  She and I had been friends on facebook for a long long time, and would say heyyy what's up every now and then, but we never really talked much until we started just recently comparing stores about the ex.  Lol...  sorry if this is hard to follow.  We'll call the 'new flame' Anne, so as to not further complicate this story lol. 

Anyway, Anne's and my convos seemed to somehow make their way into flirtations, that ended up getting super scandalous before we even knew it, and i'll tell ya what, it's a blast haha.  It's exhilarating actually.  She's totally not my type, in any sense of the word, but I think that's why it seems so appealing.  She's cocky, extremely outspoken, has absolutely no limits in life, and is apparently very confident in her own abilities.  I have yet to see if these claims to fame are more than just...  well... claims to fame...  but I might just have to find out.  I, on the other hand, tend to be more reserved with matters like this, and it has seriously been years since I've actually purposefully engaged in a 'free-love' kinda thing.  I've had my heart set on 'finding the one' for so long...  I just haven't considered this to be a possibility for my own actions in years...  does that make sense?

Back to our night on the beach.  We got two bottles of wine a couple nights ago, and headed down to the beach at around 10pm.  I keep a big beach towel and blanket in my trunk for beach nights like these.  We downed the first bottle of wine, stripped our clothes off, and ran naked into the water.  Oh, my god.  I can't even explain the feeling you get when you're naked in the ocean, when there's no one around for miles, when the only light that you see is from the moon and the stars...  It's just amazing.  She and I wrestled in the waves, got back out, drank our second bottle of wine while wrapped up in the blanket, and went right back in the water for at least another 30 minutes.  At one point, I jumped on her, and our legs intertwined, and it was all I could do to not kiss her, but for some reason, we held off. The combination of her skin and the water felt like silk all over my body.  The feeling of our breasts brushing up against each other was intoxicating.  Each touch between us was short lived (just enough to be a tease) because the waves were huge, and it was impossible to keep holding on to each other without going under.  After more and more romping in the waves, we got out for good, and went back to the blanket.  We stayed in the nude, and just cuddled up under the blanket and told each other funny stories and just laughed and laughed, she made quite a few flirtacious comments towards me and even interrupted one of my stories to say 'ugh it's just so hard not to kiss you,' and at some point, we dropped the blanket.  By now we were anything but shy with each other when it came to our nakedness, when low and behold, she jumps and screams 'oh my god!' and motions behind me.  I turn to see about 8 people walking down to the water about 40 ft away from us.  It was around 1am at this point, and the last thing we thought we'd see was other people on this dark and deserted beach.  We started laughing hysterically (muffled of course, as to not draw attention to ourselves) as we scrambled to wrap the blanket around ourselves again.  Thankfully, it really was too dark for them to see us, but was still hilarious. 

It was such an amazing night.  We never did kiss, but we plan to go back and have another beach night soon.  I'm thinking that my first sex of this summer is gonna be amazing.  She makes me feel sexy as hell, adventurous, and alive. It's just what I need.

Changed it all up again haha

Ok so I had way too much fun designing the new blog look.  I swear... I could spend all day doing this stuff. 

I got new eyeball glasses today, for the first time!  I love them.  I got a ton of compliments already.  They're so cute, and yes, they're even purple-ish. 

I've been meeting with a financial planner, and it's just really great.  I feel like I'm headed in the right direction!!  The head of the company even asked me to do his hair (he's been sitting in on my meetings and giving me marketing ideas).  His assistant called me this morning before our meeting to ask if I could bring my hairstuff with me to cut his hair.  I brought my bag of goodies, and a sheet to lay down since we'd be doing it in his office.  (haha..  that last line sounded dirty lol.)  Anyway, he loved his hair, and told me that he's going on a cruise with his wife tomorrow with 10 other couples who are local friends of his, and he's going to tell all of them about me. 

I just feel so lucky lately.  Everyone I've met has been so supportive, and just so full of ideas.  :-)

OH MY GOD.

I just found out that Chelsea Handler is gonna be coming to town just an hour and a half from me in a couple weeks.  I am ECSTATIC.  I have to go see her.  Squirt, she's coming to your town.  Wanna go?????  I LOVE her.  She is hilarious.  Oh my god i can't wait.  chhhhhhyeahhhhh!!!

Ok, time for a smile.

So I promised details on new events a couple posts ago, so here we are.  The first thing was that I was talking to someone new who was peeking my interest.  Well my peek flat out dropped hahaha.  Had a date with her last sunday, and we had fun meeting up in a city that was between us, went to a couple museums, walked under a bridge and explored, and then out of no where before we're about to head to the dinner restaurant, she seriously attacks me with a really inappropriate first kiss.  With all the messes of my past, I'm really just realizing that there are things that I want, and that I shouldnt settle for less.  And damnit, I want to have a really romantic and amazing first kiss.  I've had one really great first kiss.  We'd had a good share of drinks between us, and decided to go down to the beach at night to sit on a blanket that I always keep in the back of my car, and listen to the waves.  I remember rambling on and on because I was tipsy and nervous, and she just put her hand on the back of my neck, caught my attention, looked me right in the eyes, and said "honey, shush, why don't you just kiss me?"  and I fell right into it, and it was passionate and soft and magical and delicious and sexy and perfect.  I want another moment like that.  So when I'm getting settled in my driver's seat after walking in the rain, looking down to put my seatbelt on, and you pretty much bump my head as you swallow my face with no warning...  that's just not gonna cut it.  Sorry babe.  At 34, you should know by now how to go in for a kiss.  And then the rest of the evening was just awkward.. and then the next day I was bombarded with texts saying that I'm rude and that I'm being short with her.  And I even ended up blowing off a friend that night when she was going to a concert that I would have really enjoyed. 

So ya know what?  I've decided that this summer is going to be mine.  I stayed single all through last summer, and it was the best summer I'd had in years.  I just had fun with my friends, and it was everything I could have needed or wanted.  I've made some new friends over the past year, reconnected with older ones, and I've already had a few crazy random nights of fun this summer. When something is meant to happen, it will. 
And more importantly, I really just need to concentrate on building up my business.  I met with a financial planner last week, and it was honestly the best meeting of my life.  I have never felt more like I'm on the right track.  I'm excited to see my progression in the next year, even just this summer.  I'm really getting my shit together, and it's making me really happy and proud of myself.  Things are even getting better at home, and I'm not feeling as hounded lately.  I had to have a serious talk with my mom about how she needs to just back off instead of wanting to control and 'help' me every minute.  I'm a big girl, and I can handle it, but no one flourishes while being micro-managed by their mother.  The stepdad is learning to shut it too, and is being much more respectful of me.  Good things.

I'm ecstatic that it's summer.  It's just a whole new feeling in the air, and I'm really feeling good about life right now.  Here's to a great summer!!!

Holy jesus mary mother of god.

Ok we really need to stop talking about this...  We're still finding out more and more about the dreaded X bitch asshole.  I contacted her other ex (apparently all 3 of us overlapped each other on more than one occassion) to apologize for all of this stuff that I didn't even know, and then we started comparing stories and it's like what else can we possibly pile on to this?  But there's always more. 

I think I found the topper though.  While X and I were together (this was over a year ago) I had been working on a painting that was going to be her birthday present.  I wasn't finished with it when we broke up, but I put it away for a long time and didn't work on it.  About 6 months after the breakup, I pulled the painting back out, and kept the general design of it all, but added a bunch of different colors, to change it.  It felt amazing.  I was fully over her, and this was my way of getting full closure, something that I really could have only given myself.  The painting is beautiful.  It's currently hanging in the salon where I used to work, on display.  It transformed itself into one of my favorite paintings, and it means a lot to me, naturally.  Well, as I was talking to the 3rd ex tonight, she was talking about X's new girl and sent me a link to a picture of her and X on facebook.  I then scrolled through about 3 more pictures in the album, and I came upon this picture of X smiling at the camera, facing her laptop computer, so the open laptop back is facing the camera.  The entire back of her laptop is a picture of that painting.  I fucking flipped out.  3rd Ex told me that she actually bought that for her, X had gotten a new laptop, and ordered that picture of my painting as a sticker to put on the top of the laptop.  Yeah.  She has been keeping her nose in my websites for my art, she stole my painting, somehow put it on a sticker, and she actually had her other ex buy it for her online. 

I was just livid when I saw that picture.  After all we've discovered about this disgusting human being, she still had to steal one more thing from me, something that meant so much to me, and even if it wasn't so sentimental to me, it doesn't matter.  This asshole/waste of space/absolute worthless human being took so much from me without even a second thought in her head. 

Ok I'm done.  This is the last time I get angry over her.  It's just amazing to know that this kind of person was ever allowed to be in my life.  I can safely say I hate her.  And I don't ever say that. 

If you're reading this, cuz I know you're a nosey little shit, you're gonna get what's coming to you.  I hope you're ready for it. 

Yesssss.

I think I found me a keeper.  Or at least someone who is highly peeking my interest.  :)  Good times.

Details to come.

Oh and I have a HILARIOUS story about my dad.  More details to come!

Wow. Still in shock.

And even more so now.  I'm finding out more and more about the reality of the relationship that I had with this girl  'X' that i was talking about.  After talking to J, her other ex, more tonight, we're still piecing things together.  She knows a helluva lot more than I do, cuz 'X' confided in her about all the shit she was doing to me.  After the convo tonight, I feel like a major dumbass.  Like...  i don't even know.  I know it's not worth talking about, much less even worrying about or thinking about, but I have just never been this blindsided by someone.  I knew I had been through heartbreak, and bad relationships before, but I just can't believe how much this takes the fucking cake.  I just can't believe all of the lies, I can't even piece them together.  Every single thing that we had together was a lie.  And it wasn't even a good lie.  All of the cheating.  Finding out now that I was pretty much always 'the other woman' and I didn't even know it.  I wasn't even the other woman, I was probably one of many.  I know this feeling will pass by tomorrow, but right now, it's just a little hard to breathe. 

And get this shit!  I made a new lesbian friend recently, and we just figured out that we both have a history with this girl!  and we live like 2 hours apart.  Luckily she didn't stick around as long as I did.  But she, too, was 'the other woman' and didn't realize it at first. She was with her just this year, while 'X' was with the girl that she left me for in the end.  And she was one of many, as I'm hearing from a few different people.   I'm just mortified.  I've just always thought that I have a good idea of who people are.  'X' even told me a few times that it scared her how much she thought I could read her, and how no one else ever could.  Well I apparently couldn't read her enough. 

I know that this all happened over a year ago, and I'm so thankful for that, but it still just jolts you to know that your own history isn't what you thought it was.  I'll get over it.  It's just crazy.  I literally can't wrap my head around everything that was going on.  I couldn't even write it all out if I wanted to.  To now know that I was cuddling her on the couch in her grandfather's hospital room as he lay there dying... and she was actually still with someone else while this was happening.  To now know that when her car broke down when she was on her way to meet my family for superbowl sunday 3 years ago, and I came out to save her, she was actually texting her other gf asking her to come save her first, but she couldn't because she was at work.  All of the lies.  All of the secrets. 

Ok, I'm fine.  I just had to vent this out.  I really am just jolted.  But I'm fine.  Just crazy.

New Award

~J over at Boobies, Babies, and a Blog is handing out this award to her followers (or as she calls them, 'boobie chasers' haha, how adorable!!), and I'm snagging it.  After my last post, I need a bit of sunshine anyway!!

I'm passing this one to all of my followers too!  Thanks so much for giving a damn about the crazy stuff I ramble on about!  Happy Tuesday :)

Holy shit.

Well I just found out who my craziest ex is.  Wow.  Holy...shit.  Like...  I just found out so much that I didn't even know, and we've been broken up for over a year.  I'm literally sitting here, just in shock, appalled, I can't even believe what i just heard.

All I can say is that I'm lucky to have gotten out of that when I did.  I didn't know people were really able to treat people so badly, and still be able to look in the mirror and sleep at night.  I knew there were lies in my relationship with her, but I just simply had no idea the extent of them.  Apparently she cheated on me with her ex before me, with the girl she left me for, and 'some dude' that no one knows who he is.    And, while she and I were beginning our relationship, apparently she was still with the ex before me.  And this is just the beginning.  I mean, there is so much more, I just can't even believe it.  After talking to another one of her exes, I just can't believe what a sociopath this girl is.  She literally wants to ruin everyones lives that she comes into contact with.  She needs to be cut off.  She needs to be medicated.  She needs to be put in a corner until she can learn how to interact with the rest of the human race in a respectful manner. 

I'm mortified that this was a person that I thought I loved at one time.  I had talked about a real future with this girl, talked about children, talked about opening a business with her. She was the first person that I ever saw a real future with, one that excited me and made me feel amazing.  I spent time with her family, I made a painting especially for her that was probably the most sentimental thing I've ever painted in my life.  I held her hand and cried with her.  I even danced around naked in the moonlight on the beach with her and her sister in the middle of the night in Corolla, NC, at my dad's beach house.  I would go and play cards with her grandma and her.  That girl even got me going to mass with her.  Looking back on the great memories we had, I feel like I have NO idea of who she was the entire time we were together.  How do I come into contact with these people?  WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE???  How is it so easy for some people to just completely lie to your face?  To just flat out make up everything about who they are and what they care about?

Thankfully, I'm finding out about this a long time after it's been over, so it definitely doesn't affect me like it would have if I found this stuff out back when it was still fresh.  I'll admit that hearing these things definitely turned my stomach, but I was able to brush it off rather quickly. I have known for a long time that I wouldn't touch this girl with a 10ft pole, I just had no idea the extent of her absolute craziness.  The funny thing is that she recently asked her ex (the one who told me all of this info) that she wanted her to help her get me back.  Really???  I mean really.  She even added that she missed my boobs and chocha!!  My boobs and chocha are mine, and she sure as hell can't have them back!!! This is the same girl that left me the day before my birthday, the day after I had taken her to see Fleetwood Mac, and who I just now found out that she actually told people that she was staying with me because she wanted to go to the concert.  I already knew that, but the fact that she actually said it out loud as if she were proud of it...  just wow.  Haha... wow. This is the same damn girl that was the reason behind me starting a new blog, just because I didn't want her to be able to keep her tabs on me. I'm just lucky to have not stayed with her longer.  I'm ecstatic that she left when she did!  I'll still always look at that night on the beach with her and her sister as being one of the most meaningful nights of my life.  I felt free and beautiful and healthy and one with every spec of earth and water around me, and I thank her and her sister for bringing that feeling to life in me.  It really was the most amazing feeling, it's just such a shame that she didn't appreciate it all as much as I did.  But I'm glad.  I will just never be able to understand some people.  The guilt I would feel for treating someone like that (and she has treated multiple people this way)... I just can't even imagine.  Seriously CRAZY.

Just one more lesson on my path to the right one.  At least I can look back and remember that feeling that I'm still searching for in the future.

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