5 Years in a Relationship and All I Got was FAT

I'm feeling damaged, like I wasted so much of my good time. Now I'm 30 and my belly is fatter and my skin isn't as bright, and I think I wasted 5 of my best or rather, most opportunistic years.
I keep meeting men that are just as, if not more, damaged as I am. One I met, might be a keeper...he is just as emotionally unavailable as I am, but also is a passionate person that thinks about more than just himself. I'm not going to write too much about him, because I don't want to jinx it, but I'm finding myself thinking of him a lot.
The guy I met from last week apparently has the longest running migraine headache in the world, because I haven't heard from him. He was kind of an elitist anyway, one of those hip hop snobs that only listens to early underground freestyle hip hop...whatever, I like Tupac, and Biggie, Ludacris and even Kanye West! So there.
Beyoncé has nailed it yet again...If I Were a Boy is a perfect song...I think I wrote a poem similar to it once when I was younger...but she vocalizes it very well.
I have to say that these online dating sites bring out the freaks from every direction! I have met some strange boys. Also a couple of nice guys, that I am hoping to keep as friends. One in particular, I think he's gay, he's cute enough to be gay, and there are certain things that make me wonder. I hope he is. I need a gay guy friend. I wish my therapist was still around.
Well that's all for now.

Spinster

Try as I might...

I wonder who writes in Web dings? Anyone could decode it. What is the point of Web dings?

So I've officially kicked off my re-entry into the dating scene. I am meeting some really nice guys, and I'm trying really hard to like them, but try as I might, there is still only one who I can belong to. I try not to play games, but I admit that I have ulterior motive and that in my attempt to give myself to someone else, the one will figure out that he needs to grab on to me and not let go. I think it might be working. At the same time, I'm so sexually frustrated and wonder if scratching this particular itch with someone else will maybe make it easier to deal with it all or make me feel like a rotten spinster? Oh the conflict.

I wonder if anyone reads this?

And on the 8th day there was corn

Well, I'm not sure what happened, but when I got allergy test, corn did not appear. I'm not sure if this is a miracle or an answered prayer. It's not about eating corn, it's about not having to read all the labels so closely to make sure there isn't corn. It's so refreshing. I can go anywhere and eat anything without stressing about it. I feel liberated.

Obama for President

As much work as it is to carve good pumpkin art, it is so worth it. I survived a kidney infection, that I swear almost killed me...and am feeling pretty ok. Anxious for November 4th! Don't forget to vote!