Singleness Complete

It took 2 snowstorms and a move to a new apartment to make me realize that I was already in my single comfort zone.

The Peanut Gallery completely left me alone. I can count on one hand how many times either person from the crew called me. The funny part is that I wasn't expecting them to call me, text me, or even send up a smoke signal. When I moved, all ties were severed. The good times are gone. No more accusations of 'unofficial boyfirends', breaking in doors, or anything else for that matter.

My mind is clear. I am slowly to start writing again and being creative. I am even in the process of building the foundation of my five year plan of running my own Trapeze-style club. Hopefully by the end of the year I can start looking for a nice private spot and for investors and silent partners for this enterprise.

The kryptonite to a single person - love and emotions. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I yearn to be held and to be loved by the right person. At the moment, that is definitely not in the stars for me. I feel like Vivian Green when she says "I'm tired of love". I don't have the time or the energy to figure out love and emotions with anyone else, including myself. Maybe in the future, when the alighment of the stars and the planets are just right, the total eclipse of the heart will occur, and love will be my friend again.

I hate stupid people!

Since the government was closed all week, I decided to finish up my packing so that I can move on Saturday. Of course with all of the other people snowed in, getting cabin fever, My Facebook page started getting random people asking me to be their friend. Why sure, I will be your friend because I like to meet new and interesting people and network all the while. Needles to say, while I am doing all of this, I am packing to move to a new apartment, trying not to kill the cat, clearing off the snow off my patio, and trying not to get cabin fever.

Well I befriended one little chap and we started talking on Facebook, then went over to Yahoo IM. To sum it up, he was looking for a woman to love. I will never knock that, but he kept constantly asking me if I will give him a chance. Can you say Red Flag in 4 languages??? The second red flag is that he is in the mountains of VA, a good 4+ hours away. Can you say that the mountain is already stacked against him? Yeah, it really is.

Well he gave me his number and told me to call him after I was done taking my shower last night. I went through my phone and resonded to all the FB texts that I received, and, while running a couple of repair programs, I drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by the beeping of my PC. I had just enough strength to get up and turn off the lamp and put my laptop on the table. As I am putting the laptop down, I get a Facebook message talking about how much of a fake person that I am. Because I didn't call you??? Please!!!

Now I am getting hate-filled Yahoo messages that I am such a fake bitch and that I need to keep it real, because I was accepting friend requests and responding to FB notifications, and not idle on Yahoo last night. I couldn't help but laugh. As I put his retarded ass in the Ignore bin, I told him very nicely that all Facebook messages come to my phone, and there are delays in the postings from a phone, dumbass.

Snowed in...

Well the snow has stopped falling in the DMV. I have about 20" on my freaking patio!! Soo not cool man! Now I have to get up tomorrow morning and try to make a path out to the sidewalk first (like I can SEE a sidewalk) and then out to the path that they have made into a driveway. People have been digging their cars out and trying to drive down the path in my apartment complex. Some have succeeded, others haven't.

The funniest thing I have seen so far today is the little kid trying to walk in the snow. He was trying to walk across the snow drift, took a step forward, and fell face first into a deep section of snow. I haven't seen that little boy since. I hope someone came and rescued his little butt.

As for now, I sit here, drinking my hot cocoa trying to watch movies all night. I guess I will go ahead and turn in for the night and then try to finish packing the rest of my belongings for my move prior to the big game. GO NEW ORLEANS!!

Brain Damaged

(Repost)

The other day I realize my friends are all brain damaged. All because I feel like doing my own thing. They do not realize I need the space to regain creative control of that part of me that makes me special and unique. I would like to become more comfortable with my single status in society. Lacking these things that makes me special tears me up inside. So yes, I will be making that change to become better, stronger, and more of the woman that I will be.

I have a five (5) year plan, and this change is what I need to get on the right track. Just stay in my corner and we will be fine.

Peanut Gallery Now Taking Applications

The peanut gallery (in which I refer to as my friends) is acting a fool big time, so I need to start systematically adding to the craziness roster so I can have an additional outlet of looking like one of the guys from that Gamefly commercial on a daily basis. Below is a list of qualifications:

- must be funny

- be a professional lush (no alcholholicks allowed..yeah I spelled it wrong for a reason)

- must love drama in their lives so I can have something to listen to and give my personal opinion

- know not to bring drama to my doorstep.. you will feel my wrath!

- know how to have a good time no matter what the circumstances are

- be willing to travel with the rest of the peanut gallery twice a year for our "waiting to exhale" conventions

- must be comfortable about telling your life stories to other people

- must know something about sex, politics, world affairs, sports, and the media (well not really about the politics, world affairs, sports, and the media portion, but it sounded good)

- if you are a swinger, be prepared to be thrown under the bus just for humor's sake :)

Please forward your resume via email or Facebook and explain why you should be part of the Peanut Gallery.

Ahh Friends

Today I realize my friends are all brain damaged. All because I feel like doing my own thing. They do not realize I need the space to regain creative control of that part of me that makes me special and unique. I would like to become more comfortable with my single status in society. Lacking these things that makes me special tears me up inside. So yes, I will be making that change to become better, stronger, and more of the woman that I will be.

I have a five (5) year plan, and this change is what I need to get on the right track. Just stay in my corner and we will be fine.

ASL anyone???

No I am not talking about age/sex/location crap. I am referring to American Sign Language (ASL).

On my way to work, I saw a young lady who looks a little lost at the Metro station. Being friendly, I asked her if she was lost. She immediately started signing as fast as she could. I haven't used sign language in years (background: I have cousins that are deaf, and I am hearing impaired), and I had to tell her to slow down. She finally asked where is the Hoffman Building in proximity to the train station. I pointed her in the right direction. She appeared really grateful and relieved. She thanked me immensely and went on about her way.

I walked the opposite direction feeling really good about myself, but in the back of my mind I wondered how long she had been standing there looking or trying to ask for help, and no one answered.