Haunted

Since my return from Colorado, I’ve had a numerous amount of fails. United nearly lost my luggage. Chris’ toilet is broken (and still is after nearly 2 weeks). My iPod was stolen off my desk at work (in a few days, no one will be allowed into my classroom during non-instructional times). And now this…

I’m beginning to think that God has some sort of vendetta against me. Maybe Chris is right, his father should be praying for my Buddhist soul that’s already prime and ready for hell.

After living in the pigsty that has been my room due to bi-weekly date nights, coupled with recent trip to the Rockies, I finally got my ass into gear and started cleaning up my room. Two epic loads of laundry, vacuuming, and sorting later, I realized I still hadn’t even attempted transferring files from my dying Mac to my new PC. It’s only been, 5 months. :X

Some trial and error later, the transfer of 7hrs worth of photos later, I began deleting old photos to clear up some space. Of course, I find..all of you. Kissy Fish’s photos from work. Wolf visiting. Quite possibly the best boyfriend I had. Watching the sunset from the end of the earth. Even an entire folder of Mandroid’s navy graduation from Illinois.

I’m fighting a cold, and do not have the strength to battle memories of old flames. Not now.

 

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Your New Hoe

Your New Hoe

Kissy Fish has reappeared after dropping off the face of the earth the day after my birthday in May. Don’t really know wtf you want me with now, but if it’s to question whether or not I sent her an “anonymous message”, think again loser.

I have better things to do than waste anymore time on bitches like both of you. 😛

/rant

End of an Era

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Though this has nothing to do with romantic ventures, I just thought I’d make a post to commemorate the end of Xanga. I’d been a member since 2006. What began as secret, evolved into my personal diary. Some years were chronicled more closely than others, but in 2 days that is all over. 

I suppose this means I’ll have to create a personal one on wordpress, and figure out how to code it so it looks similar to my old diary.

Sayonara, Xanga. Thank you for storing my precious memories for the past 7 years. ❤

Over-Thinking Life

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The slew of dates have started, most, as predicted, have either fallen wayside or given up. But after all the recent failed relationships (Note: Tiger for 2 months & Cloud for 1), I’m left wondering if there’s any point in continuing online dating for 2 more months to see if anyone worthwhile bites and actually stays. 

I know my downsides. I enjoy always spending time with my man (exercising, lounging around, going out, etc), having sex, texting during downtime, so on and so forth. I have a career and your typical crazy FOB family, but I make it work. Sometimes, it feels like I’m judged for the shortcomings of my life/personality, and as much as I try to play it off like it’s fine, it still bugs me. 

Right now, I’m at a crossroads. My friends have always been split on this topic and here I am again. To just say FUCK IT, and date a bunch of guys and see what happens without feeling guilty OR choose one, and see what happens. 

I enjoy overanalyzing everything. Maybe this time, I should just forget focusing on the future and just let the chips fall where they may instead of trying to label every relationship. 

Creepers for this week :/

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First local guy to attempt flirting with me. Not my speed, but best of luck man.

 

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Both guys are 37. Mr. White Shirt kept stalking my profile without saying anything. Confronted, he said he was thinking ahead, seeing as he has a business trip coming up, so maybe after. Maybe some girls dig that cocky arrogance, I personally abhor it. :] 

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Black and white, and FIFTY. 

-_- Maybe I should just stop looking now, move, buy my Golden Retriever, and call it happily ever after already.

 

 

Today’s Hot Matches!

……are 49 YEARS OLD.

-________- Gross.

This guy’s Match profile was filled with photos of his kids. Along with blurry or distant photos of himself, like this one. 

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This one is special. 

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Wait for it….

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Really Grandpa? REALLY? You’re 49 and yet somehow you’re above dating anyone that should happen to be 41-48? Seriously? I think imma be sick. 

Ultimate Frisbee Fail?

Ultimate Frisbee Fail?

Found a group on Meetup.com (again, interwebs to save awkward teacher status) to meet new people.

10 minute games for 2hrs, sprinted my ass off, realized that I can’t jump/throw but I can block like an irritated Asian bitch. CHAA!

Must train for next week…but hopefully my knees/ankles/shins didn’t die from today’s game.

COME ON CUTE WHITE BOYS!

P.S. …though I did get the number from some 38yr old nasty guy while waiting & a youngin college kid that wants a hiking buddy, I hope. -_-

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I will never forget all the memories we’ve shared, the hardships endured, and the bittersweet endings. I was meant to be here, right now, just as I am. And I will continue living my life and pushing forward until my path crosses yours.Image