The Sun Sets to the...EAST?

Seriously, this is strange. Usually when the sun sets, the west is pink, but today, the east is pink and ominous. Does this mean there has been a shift somewhere? These pictures are over looking Lake Union at 8:00p.m. on Sunday. I feel like I'm in bizarro world.

The Badger and the Bobcat

Both of whom will continue to fight to the death. Both stubborn animals. Both whose instincts are strong when it comes to dominance and defense. This is my relationship with my ex, and I am the wounded bobcat who has made one last attempt to dominate and intimidate the badger enough to go the fuck away before I go for the jugular.

Why does he feel the need to tell me how much he still loves me, when he couldn't seem to get it straight when I was there. Fuck, it pisses me off so much.

Ok, back to the convention! Go Obama!

Ravenous Spinster vs. Hopeless Romantic

I am having a wants vs. needs dilemma. I feel like I want companionship, but I need my space. I want a connection with someone, but I do not need to the constant questioning of myself or someone else. So what does this mean? Does it mean that I want to be dating, or that I don't. Do I want a relationship or don't I?

The spinster inside me is trying so hard to break free of this longing for love thing, and yet the romantic is fighting her. Both of them want the physical benefits, but for different reasons. The spinster wants the passion and the ravenous sex, and the romantic wants the "making love", and it is difficult for me to think that they will find a happy medium.

Oh good lord. I'm so confused and I haven't even gone on a date yet. I have met a couple of nice guys, and the romantic in me sees walks in the parks, and nice dinners, and movie nights. Then the ravenous spinster in me fantasizes about attacking delivery and maintenance men. I feel like I'm Samantha AND Charlotte from SATC at the same time, and guess what? I don't think they are compatible.

What to do, what to do? If anyone reads this, have any suggestions?

You have the right to remain silent...

Finally, after years and years of this piece of shit, good ol' uncle everett getting away with growing and selling drugs, and now cooking and selling, he finally got busted! Check out this scum and his stash.

One crystal meth cooker off the the streets! Thankfully I am not actually related to this one, and I do feel sorry for my cousins who happen to be his spawn, but what can you do?

So this weekend is my "for real" birthday party and I had a dream last night that I was an hour late...

I've been talking to a couple of guys I met on the Internet. Still just in chat mode. Been getting a lot of hillbillies responding, I mean Larry the cable guy kinda guys. What's up with that?

Well, I just wanted to share the good news of another meth monger off the streets.

Into the Abyss of Internet Dating

Thanks blogspot for warning me of the maintenance...I had already written and poof, it's gone!

As I was saying...I have started to explore the world of internet dating and I must say it is a strange world. Geezus...I don't have another rant in me.

Can't....Breathe

Those stupid Blue Angels! As is our air quality wasn't bad enough, they come here, fly their gas guzzling and toxin spewing planes around the city and now look at us! We look worse than L.A.! WTF? And no one believes me when I blame them, they all think i'm being a party pooper...but c'mon! Every year it's the same routine, they come, they pollute, they leave...a thick film hovering over the city skyline!

But whatever people...don't come crying to me when your lungs collapse and I am happily smoking my cigarettes on the porch...oh wait.

Foot Imprisonment

It does not feel like I've been away from work for 5 days, it feels like a regular weekend. Either that is a sign that I did not have enough time off, or I was not as exhausted as I originally thought. Either way, I'm here and for the first time in a week have shoes and socks on...ugh, I'm dying! I absolutely hate wearing shoes and socks. I feel like my feet are imprisoned by cotton walls and leather bars. Shoes...feet prisons.

I feel like somehow turning 30 changed me, I was reading ChuckD's blog and he quoted Earnest Hemingway I think, something about how with age comes the lack of excitement toward much of anything...I wonder if that is what's going on? I rescheduled my birthday party, and although I am looking forward to it, I am not all giddy about it, like I was a couple of weeks ago. Maybe I'm just tired, I didn't sleep as well as I would have liked to, however, it could be that I have grown up and out of being a silly, excitable 20-something.

I am going to visit my grandma this weekend, should be a nice 95 degrees in the Yakima valley...fun times! I'll take some pics and post them so you can see just how beautiful the Yakima valley is...

Until then, back to work.

Not so dirty at 30

I keep trying to rediscover myself as the spinster I used to be, and cannot seem to pull it off. Unfortunately, I am plagued by a need for something more meaningful, and I am trying so hard not to look for what I want, although, am keeping my eyes open. Is that the same thing? Is keeping your eyes peeled the same as seeking something out? 5 years ago, I would not have cared about whether anyone would show up to go out for my birthday, and I would have just gone out on my own, but I could not do it this time. What is that about? Where is the wild girl that wasn't afraid of the world beyond my house? And why am I incapable of getting that person out of my heart and mind? I used to be so good at rejection. Now I constantly feel the twinge of heartbreak and can't shake it, but desperately want to and need to. I don't feel like I can go be my real self without consuming way too much alcohol, and then I'm a total idiot...and I always feel like it's just me, like no one else seems to understand or relate. Hence the fact that I am blogging to an invisible audience.
I have about 8 movies to watch between today and tomorrow, none of which I want to see, but will watch nonetheless. Off I go to the land of Michael Moore...