...is just my inner voice oozing out of my cerebral cortex without me knowing it until I digest it!
I make every excuse in the book to not meet new people. I make sure to destroy any hope of a new relationship.
And you know how I know?
I am self aware.
Now, today, the car situation...I am not psychotic enough to cause damage to inanimate objects just to get out of a date..that was not even a fluke; it happened a few days before I met the bar style dates.
I just failed to get it fixed and perhaps that was my subconscious waiting to use it as an excuse.
I really would make a great psychologist if it weren't for the fact I hate people who are so unaware that they need a shrink.
I am actually more happy when things do not work out than when they do.
I really wish I could fix myself enough to not fuck things up for myself when I real meet a guy.
BUT
Damage does as damage is.
I am hurt and will never let anyone have the chance to hurt me again.
This I can not fix.
I thought I was OK.
I really did.
But I find a way to piss away any guy I meet, away.
Maybe one day...someone will be smart and sneak up on me really slowly and allow me to scratch like a feline for awhile before I settle into a comfort zone that might allow me to love....
but that guy is not one coming off the internet.
That guy, the one guy, will come out of no where.....
The Blonde will not have to look for it!
3.31.2012
The Gods Are Speaking
...Loud and clear, they are!!
I was supposed to meet up for a date last night and somehow got involved with teen angst. I rather take in a run away and make sure the problemo with the parental units is worked out in a calm and mature way than allow her to shack up with girlfriends who will be counter productive in getting her back home.
Needless to say, all is fine and she is back home and I missed out on a date I was not too keen on in any way.
Than today, I was going boating with another date, one again not keen on. I do not like meeting up with someone I barely know surrounded by his friends. Its always an awkward situation where you feel you are being judged or summed up by strangers.
Well, my car battery is dead. The Blonde forgot to turn off her headlights the night before.
Its a large battery for a jaguar and a little battery from a Honda is just not going to do the trick. I need to hit Sears and get a battery charger and let it sit in the wall for a few hours.
No boat ride for me today!!
But their is a hug plus to this event.
The jaguar sat at the mechanics for 4 weeks while he figured out what the rattling in my car was. I picked it because after four weeks and no estimate, I figure screw it.
He said I needed a new suspension. Well, turn out I do not.
When I lifted the hood to look for the positive to charge the electric system in order to open the trunk where the battery is located, I found the reason for all the clanking in my car. The radiator fsn in the front has a frame and that frame is moving about when I hit a bump.
All I need is need ot due is tighten it back to the frame and VOILA!!
No more clanking in my car and all for the sweet amount of priceless.
I don;t what the Gods are calling me out on this weekend but considering my dates have been hindered..
I am going with that scenario.
I have my interview next week for a job at my prized Whole Foods and a cool new pad to call home.
All in all, its been a good thing.
The Blond is popping a beer and heading to the pool...alone!
I was supposed to meet up for a date last night and somehow got involved with teen angst. I rather take in a run away and make sure the problemo with the parental units is worked out in a calm and mature way than allow her to shack up with girlfriends who will be counter productive in getting her back home.
Needless to say, all is fine and she is back home and I missed out on a date I was not too keen on in any way.
Than today, I was going boating with another date, one again not keen on. I do not like meeting up with someone I barely know surrounded by his friends. Its always an awkward situation where you feel you are being judged or summed up by strangers.
Well, my car battery is dead. The Blonde forgot to turn off her headlights the night before.
Its a large battery for a jaguar and a little battery from a Honda is just not going to do the trick. I need to hit Sears and get a battery charger and let it sit in the wall for a few hours.
No boat ride for me today!!
But their is a hug plus to this event.
The jaguar sat at the mechanics for 4 weeks while he figured out what the rattling in my car was. I picked it because after four weeks and no estimate, I figure screw it.
He said I needed a new suspension. Well, turn out I do not.
When I lifted the hood to look for the positive to charge the electric system in order to open the trunk where the battery is located, I found the reason for all the clanking in my car. The radiator fsn in the front has a frame and that frame is moving about when I hit a bump.
All I need is need ot due is tighten it back to the frame and VOILA!!
No more clanking in my car and all for the sweet amount of priceless.
I don;t what the Gods are calling me out on this weekend but considering my dates have been hindered..
I am going with that scenario.
I have my interview next week for a job at my prized Whole Foods and a cool new pad to call home.
All in all, its been a good thing.
The Blond is popping a beer and heading to the pool...alone!
3.30.2012
Selling Out
This weekend, I am going to post videos of Pavarotti singing duos with pop stars but before you see those..I will post 3 videos of him before he sold out...
and after you watch it...
I want you to ask yourself just one question..
Do you think...
he was happiest before or after he sold out for the money?
The Blonde asks rhetorical questions!!!
But for now..this is strictly just for me and its the exception to the rule..
You can never sell out playing aside Queen!!!
and after you watch it...
I want you to ask yourself just one question..
Do you think...
he was happiest before or after he sold out for the money?
The Blonde asks rhetorical questions!!!
But for now..this is strictly just for me and its the exception to the rule..
You can never sell out playing aside Queen!!!
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