Therapy Session

I have morning "therapy sessions" with a friend as we haul our asses out of bed at 5 a.m. to go walking. Now this may seem noble (the walking) but I go mainly for the chats we have.

Today was "my" day. And I realized a couple of things.

I've been accepting much less than I deserve from the FWB and I'm tired of it.

I've been letting it color my view of my worth as far as a job and my own self-esteem.

Shit.

Funny and Not so Funny

Thought this was funny.

On the other hand, life right now is just not too funny at all. I'm still looking for a job, and it's getting frustrating, to say the least. There's supposed to be this massive "shortage" of teachers, but you sure wouldn't know it by me. I know I'm supposed to do this.

I'm just questioning whether or not I'm supposed to do it here anymore. May have to look at other areas of the country, and that's both scary and exciting at the same time.

The kiddo is doing okay, for the moment. Which helps ease the mind a little.

I'm going back to bed. This working until the wee hours of the morning is kicking my ass. Did I mention I'm beginning to hate this "temporary" (now going on the 7th month) job? Yeah. I am.

ORGAN--IZATION

I'm in the process of selling my home. I've been advised to get rid of "clutter".
Found some interesting ways to organize my toys: (via Homemade sex toys)




Which do you think makes the BEST presentation???
(Oh...and my "expert" made me take down all my nudes too. Dammit.)

You decide???

I took the test twice. First answering the "good girl" way, and then answering the way I REALLY feel. You decide which describes me better.

Your Score: Rosalind Russell

You scored 28% grit, 42% wit, 19% flair, and 16% class!

You are one wise-cracking lady, always quick with a clever remark and easily able to keep up with the quips and puns that come along with the nutty situations you find yourself in. You're usually able to talk your way out of any jam, and even if you can't, you at least make it more interesting with your biting wit. You can match the smartest guy around line for line, and you've got an open mind that allows you to get what you want, even if you don't recognize it at first. Your leading men include Cary Grant and Clark Gable, men who can keep up with you.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the
Classic Leading Man Test.

Your Score: Joan Crawford

You scored 59% grit, 23% wit, 14% flair, and 14% class!

You are one tough dame, as tough as they come. You've had to fight long and hard to get where you are, but you always knew you'd do whatever you had to do to get ahead. You aren't above committing crimes (or seducing others to do them for you) to get what you want. You want to be happy and comfortable, but you usually always manage to get the fuzzy end of the lollipop. Even your kids are usually against you. Your leading men include anyone you set your sights on, even married guys that are never seen on-screen. Watch your back.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the
Classic Leading Man Test.

(The fuzzy end of the lollipop? Seriously folks, the fuzzy end needs to be shaved or at least trimmed or this dame ain't getting it close to her mouth!!!)

Link: The Classic Dames Test written by gidgetgoes on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

ARRRRGGGGHHHHH

People are just fucking stupid.

Except for you guys who read this.

Y'all are just damned crazy!

(But I loves ya anyways!)

I've found my new calling

Superboobs

A sick, sick world

I can't stand it anymore! I'm moving to the moon.

Busy, busy

I've got a "date" tonight. This "newly divorced, really horny guy" thing is kick ass.

On the job front....still looking. Getting frustrated, but the "newly divorced, really horny guy" thing is taking the mind off of it somewhat.

Argh!

Ya know, there's not a whole lot in this world that truly pisses me off. But tonight in the grocery line there was a family that had a kid about 13 or so with the "mouth bling" stuff (you know...the "jewelry" that fits over the teeth). Dad was talking on a brand new, state of the art cell phone and mom was wearing tons of jewelry that didn't look fake.

And they paid with food stamps.

And me? I'm doing good just to keep the fucking lights on.

Weekend

I have plans this weekend. See you on Monday.