Close call...
I was writing and I needed a break, so I decided to stop and just relax. And how does Katrina take a break from writing? Apparently um....writing. Geez, I'm a loser...
I tried to learn "Hello," the program that lets you post pictures and/or links in the blog. Needless to say, I have not a friggin' clue as to what I'm doing...And I'm okay with that. My "blog parent" does owe me a lesson, though (Cortney!).
Well, my blog's been getting some burn out there in CyberWorld. At least, in my circle of influence. That would make anyone start to censor what they're gonna write or at least try to make it interesting. Ehh', not me, though. That being said, let me lend a disclaimer:
The things written in this blog are how I feel at that EXACT moment in time and are usually just random thoughts I have. If we have a conversation about something and you see it blogged, don't get mad or offended because chances are, I've forgotten about what I've written about 30 seconds after it's been published. Know that nothing I write will come as a surprise, as I'm sure I've said it to you at one point or another, so no shock and awe, thanks.
So there's that, I've said it once, I'll never say it again. There are 6 billion people on this earth and I doubt the 10 that read this blog will be heavily affected, one way or another. I will, of course, respect your privacy and keep your name to myself (contingent upon how pissed off I am, of course).
Blogs are vents, and as I've said, it's therapeutic. To quote another blog, hate it or love it, dolls!! :-D
I talk a lot. And I talk ABOUT a lot. I've always got a story about this or that, no matter what the subject.
Thing is, I hate silence, so I talk about ANYTHING to fill the void. Much to my chagrin, mind you. I'm 24 years old, you think it would've passed by now. Guess not. But that's a side note, on to the close call.
I almost asked my brother a pretty serious question today. I didn't, though, I decided I needed to wrap my head around the situation before involving anyone else. Something's on the horizon, though, something BIG. At least in my world, that is. More on that as events unfold.
So Marc called me (see the 3/28/05 blog - Ford to a Chevrolet), he's the dealer who's number I left with. He's 29, pretty handsome, a bit of a metro sexual. He can hold a decent conversation, but I get the distinct feeling he thinks he's always getting over on someone. Typical car dealer, I guess. Whatever. So, he calls me and I was actually happy to hear from him. He'd changed jobs and I hadn't heard from him. I called him, left a couple of messages but got no call back.
Now, we all know I have A.D.D., and if I call you (aside from the usual list, of course), that's pretty good. So I'm all, "I'm so happy you called, I've been worried, how are you" and ya boy disrespects me from jump, telling me I didn't care and never called, blah blah blah. So he met the uh, bitchy beast side, as Martini would put it. I asked him why he was wasting his breath with all that nonsense about me not calling cuz I did. I also told him that he was wasting time on something that's over and done with. You're not my boo, so fall back. AND, you're 29, act your age, not like some high school chick that needs to be tended to all day everyday. Needless to say, Marc disappointed me. So much for all the stock I put in the whole age issue.
Men suck sometimes. Now, let me explain that cuz I get the distinct feeling people think I'm a male basher. I'm not, I love men and am actually ready to deal with a man. No games, no nonsense, just us against the world. He's just gotta win me over and be real about it. Once that happens, it's a wrap. I'm not that hard to figure out.
I don't know, I'm depressing myself now. First, they cancel "Star Wars" in the park, it's raining, my friends are all too busy to talk (cuz they have lives, apparently) and now, I'm basically talking to my computer about man issues.
I'm off, Shrek 2's comin' on. Woohoo!!
I tried to learn "Hello," the program that lets you post pictures and/or links in the blog. Needless to say, I have not a friggin' clue as to what I'm doing...And I'm okay with that. My "blog parent" does owe me a lesson, though (Cortney!).
Well, my blog's been getting some burn out there in CyberWorld. At least, in my circle of influence. That would make anyone start to censor what they're gonna write or at least try to make it interesting. Ehh', not me, though. That being said, let me lend a disclaimer:
The things written in this blog are how I feel at that EXACT moment in time and are usually just random thoughts I have. If we have a conversation about something and you see it blogged, don't get mad or offended because chances are, I've forgotten about what I've written about 30 seconds after it's been published. Know that nothing I write will come as a surprise, as I'm sure I've said it to you at one point or another, so no shock and awe, thanks.
So there's that, I've said it once, I'll never say it again. There are 6 billion people on this earth and I doubt the 10 that read this blog will be heavily affected, one way or another. I will, of course, respect your privacy and keep your name to myself (contingent upon how pissed off I am, of course).
Blogs are vents, and as I've said, it's therapeutic. To quote another blog, hate it or love it, dolls!! :-D
I talk a lot. And I talk ABOUT a lot. I've always got a story about this or that, no matter what the subject.
Thing is, I hate silence, so I talk about ANYTHING to fill the void. Much to my chagrin, mind you. I'm 24 years old, you think it would've passed by now. Guess not. But that's a side note, on to the close call.
I almost asked my brother a pretty serious question today. I didn't, though, I decided I needed to wrap my head around the situation before involving anyone else. Something's on the horizon, though, something BIG. At least in my world, that is. More on that as events unfold.
So Marc called me (see the 3/28/05 blog - Ford to a Chevrolet), he's the dealer who's number I left with. He's 29, pretty handsome, a bit of a metro sexual. He can hold a decent conversation, but I get the distinct feeling he thinks he's always getting over on someone. Typical car dealer, I guess. Whatever. So, he calls me and I was actually happy to hear from him. He'd changed jobs and I hadn't heard from him. I called him, left a couple of messages but got no call back.
Now, we all know I have A.D.D., and if I call you (aside from the usual list, of course), that's pretty good. So I'm all, "I'm so happy you called, I've been worried, how are you" and ya boy disrespects me from jump, telling me I didn't care and never called, blah blah blah. So he met the uh, bitchy beast side, as Martini would put it. I asked him why he was wasting his breath with all that nonsense about me not calling cuz I did. I also told him that he was wasting time on something that's over and done with. You're not my boo, so fall back. AND, you're 29, act your age, not like some high school chick that needs to be tended to all day everyday. Needless to say, Marc disappointed me. So much for all the stock I put in the whole age issue.
Men suck sometimes. Now, let me explain that cuz I get the distinct feeling people think I'm a male basher. I'm not, I love men and am actually ready to deal with a man. No games, no nonsense, just us against the world. He's just gotta win me over and be real about it. Once that happens, it's a wrap. I'm not that hard to figure out.
I don't know, I'm depressing myself now. First, they cancel "Star Wars" in the park, it's raining, my friends are all too busy to talk (cuz they have lives, apparently) and now, I'm basically talking to my computer about man issues.
I'm off, Shrek 2's comin' on. Woohoo!!
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