You like? No?! Bah- what do you know! I think the irony is gorgeous-- these vibrant indecent colors that seem so unbreakable and then the title 'Delicate'. Opposites as one. Not Buddhism. Not BPD. Just me. It's..dare I say it...REFRESHING I might even be ready to blog again boys and girls ------------------------------- I have to thank Soft-Fairy who I haven't even spoken to yet for the much needed jump-start. -------------------------------- So what's up with me-- well if the last entry didn't clue you in--I'M DEPRESSED AGAIN. Part of me is happy because Noni (my best in the east--and the entire universe for that matter) has finally gotten to a point with her love interest where she has to acknowledge that he, at the very least, likes her. Both of them are obsessive-compulsive paranoids so progress is slooow but the boy's finally grown balls and hit on her (woohoo!) She, of course, refuses to accept it I'm thinking of writing a play about them-- they're hilarious. But besides all of that-- I'M DEPRESSED Why are men so unenchanting?! I grew up watching 1930s flicks (I was an odd child- leave me alone) I have strong, strong ideals when it comes to men I refuse to believe that kind of chivalry/repression/flawed machismo is dead Maybe that kind of intensity is a dream but I'd rather hold out than live a nightmare. I was soooo close with the last one, I built up this image of this beautiful guy who shunned the spotlight because he knew the truth-- he understood darkness. OF COURSE that would blow up in my face. And now I'm BORED darn it. I'm failing Arabic and I'm bored. -------------- So I'm going to apply to MENSA. Yeah that's right, yours truly is narcissistic enough to think there's a small chance she can make it (WELL GEENA DAVIS DID). So that means I have to pick up my salary (I write articles for a hair/shoes type mag) and blow half of it on taking the IQ test which I will in all probabilities fail miserably and then feel more sorry for myself. --------------------------- And the jock/rebound type still likes me and I feel pathetic because that gives me satisfaction. -------------------------- And I'm so glad I have blogging again. I felt so empty for so long. |