BLINDED BY BLONDE

10.13.2011

Old School

What happened to it?

And where can I go to get it back?

While I may not get back to the days of youth, I can smirk in the satisfaction looking up old boyfriends on facebook and finding them still 'fine' looking.

I picked right back then. I picked for looks only and it served me well, and every time I travel back in time and sneak a peak at my old boyfriends...I smile..

I do more than smile...

I grin from ear to ear thinking that could have been mine right now.

But memories and realities co-mingle into a fuzzy warm memory less than the reality of it..but isn't that the way we remember?

Isn't that the way we see things?

In a soft glow and pink light when we recall our past...

Our life, now in full fluorescent light, just waiting to catch us under the wrong shadow and reveal every horrible wrinkle we have accumulated on our face.

How cruel time can be when its spent as a single woman?

Single men do not have that queer misfortune...the wish of a soft pink glow of light is a women's fate..

Men are too busy thinking their money carries their looks; they hardly bother to look in the mirror and look for any inclination as to question the color of their bathroom bulb?

The Audacity!!

As charming as it is...LOL

But men are not my concern tonight...

Tonight, I am concerned about me, and the reality of Whittier's words...

"What if?"

Women, even the wealthiest ones, never look to their money for affirmation...

They foolishly look for love and create a false sense of love in the men they find to have...

and unlike men, the mirror is much more harsh in the eyes of a female beholder...

much, much more beholding...

A woman can't only be wealthy-she needs to be young and pretty and charming and daring and worthy...

of what?

No!! seriously!! I am asking...

I am still asking...

and sooooooo.....

and so she places pretty soft pink illuminating bulbs in all her powder rooms ...giving her the false sense of a youth and softness that has long since vanished.

Pink lighting for the lady and blue steel for the gentleman's vault...

Bravo!!!

Bravo!!!

Bravo!!

We are old school!!

We are the dusty old yearbook that no one will sign any more.

When they say all the good ones are taken...its true..they are...

I am not a good one

and now I do not aspire to be that one for someone

because they are no better than me

If I were normal...I would have been able to hold onto one of those lovely picture perfect men that I see clinging to their wives on facebook.

but I am not and neither are any of the idiots I have dated!

We are of the same feather and we will always flock together...

My Ex's think they are so much better than me and in the end; they are too much like me

Damaged goods!!

Brilliantly damaged and bruised to such imperfection that neither of us dare look at oursleves in the mirror as we truely are!!!

and now...

I grin and smirk and smile at the thought of that!!

Its OK, the Blonde knows she will never graduate!!!

10.09.2011

Ah Quiet

It is super quiet today, the television that usually blasts 24 hours of opinionated news is off and I was befreinded by the liberal on my facebook this weekend after I suggested he do more activism or do more shutting the hell up.

I am tired of the complaining and the bitching from all fronts regarding politics. Obviously nothing is going to be done to correct the situation from the status quo.

And the poepl in power do not care about the status quo. They care about their pockets, their freind's pockets, and what they can do to keep full pockets and power.

The little blonde like me has to put up with it and just find a way to live happy while under the direction of these dip heads.

And nothing will be fixed since everyone has a special interest in themselves.

Let's stop the bitching.

Geez..I feel like I am married to a bitchy wife having to hear her complain all day about something she is not happy with.

And if I wanted to divorce, I wouldn't be able to because I can't afford to move away.

That is where the American people are.

Stuck with a bitch that we can't afford to seperate from.

The Blonde is tuning out!!