I almost do not know what to do with myself now that I have a break from studies. I just finished my french test and other than screwing up on the exception to the rules of conjugations, I did well.
Hopefully the extra credit for drawing my cat will take care of my conjugation mishap.
Of course that mishap isn't half as stupid as handing over a Jackson yet to another hideous dating site.
Playing around on facebook, I thought the Zoosk ( I guess zooks was taken) app was free so I profiled myself again.
Big mistake.
Its scarier than a myspace dating site.
I should have known better to meet someone for sushi who in the first few minutes of phone conversation gave a life history of drugs, rehab, and divorce from a Tabasco heir.
Every true southerner knows Lousiana Gold is the pepper sauce to go with.
Anyhum,
I am thinking about revisiting some ex's instead of looking for new love. The great thing about them, is that I already know their inner freak. I experienced their flaws and to tell you the truth, I think I can live with most of them....
If I really try!
Let's see...
Who would be on my list:
The most perfect boyfriend, EVER, but married.
The media heir with his prescription pill filled drawers.
The avante garde traveler with bi-coastal pads but no home.
The musician in a band with a slight cocaine problem.
The viagra addicted southern charmer.
For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health...
Its such a big decision.
I might need Bob Barker's spinning wheel for a fun filled decision breaker.
I do have one more option.
A Maryland man with some crazy notion that we might work out.
At least I haven't met him yet. There is still hope.
The Blonde is an educated idiot!
