"JustTrina"

The name Jacob has often been a problem for me. We've got Taylor Lautner, the 16-yr-old that plays a HOT guy named Jacob, my friend's handsome son is named Jacob and now, enter my co-worker Jacob...Not much can be said about him--except the fact that he is my WEAKNESS. Let me explain. Jacob is a 6'4" HOMEGROWN HUNK of man. Soft brown eyes, cute, slightly thinning hair. He's like Matt Damon but hotter and I LOVE Matt Damon. He's a true mix between George O'Malley of Grey's Anatomy fame and Jason Bourne. Just FLY. Like, no eye contact fly. When I first saw Jacob, I purposely ignored him because I could tell it was going to be a problem. Then we had to have dinner a few weeks ago and my life has been ruined ever since. You know how I always say let the fantasy be a fantasy? So is not the case with Jacob. Despite my concerted efforts, I had to sit with the object of my affection and through conversation and longing glances, I have fallen in love. Like Malco...

In answer to Friday's blog I guess I thought I needed to drink. And drink I did, my friends. At the (mediocre) Maxwell concert, I drank a beer. Before that, I drank vanilla vodka and sprite at Alena's house. After the show, we went to my friend Bianca's house to partake in more beverages. Long story short, I got D-RUNK. Like, 2007 office party drunk. I was in a place I hadn't been i quite a while--and it felt GREAT. The minute I realized I was drunk, I stopped drinking because I knew where it would lead me. I was VERY close to the ugly place, trust me, friends. My filter was gone, leaving me to ruin everyone's life under the guise of being helpful. I did get a friend to finally man up and get a girl's number; I'm a fixer, what can I say. I also woke a one of Bianca's brothers up out of his sleep to say good night and told the other not to touch me because he "didn't know my situation." Issues, I know. So I was a drunkard and have a lot of a...

In case you've been wondering, yes, I am still alive. Barely, but still. I've had 2 emotional breakdowns with only one including violence, which is good by 1999 standards. Nothing really big, just missed my mom on Mother's Day and punched my (ex) friend Quince for making a vomit face at me last week. In hindsight, the punching, while not necessary, REALLY felt good. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. And no, I did not apologize. In the interest of full disclosue, I DID apologize--for missing him and hitting my cousin--but I was still okay with ending the friendship. It was a selfish moment, I admit, but sometimes I deserve those. Anyway, now that I am in a generally good mood, I decided that it was time to really get down to the brass of what's happening in my old noodle: I may need medication. Either that or some Yaz in my life. My emotions are at an all-time low after my cycle and I don't share that for comedic value, I believe it to be the honest truth. Examp...

Nothing really to say about it, just wanted to write a super cool title. I did, at one point, have an opinion but I'm over that.

That's right, people, GLEE is returning TONIGHT!! For those of you that don't understand, this is an EPIC event for me. There's my first kiss, my baptism and THIS. For reals. So, I've stayed away from all things Glee because I just couldn't STAND the time lapse between episodes but now that the time has come, I have some predictions. First, Kurt will not have a boyfriend this season -- I wanted this to happen, trust me, but the man is a movement by himself. Let him stay single a little longer. Second, Shue and the guidance counselor won't get/stay together -- Too much will they, won't they, do they, don't they. Besides, her neuroses are a LITTLE out of control and Shue's just...awesome. Acafellas and all. Third, I think Acafellas will perform again -- They'll just replace Ken since he ran away like a whiny little baby. Fourth, I call the Madonna episode being AWESOME!! -- I don't think she will appear but I DO know you can't go wrong when...

Okay, so I’m kind of a slut mouth. I am. No matter what Martini wants to believe about me, I love making out. And real-life make outs; not the “girl code” making out which really means sex. Now, here’s the problem: it’s not conducive to my current way of life. That forces me to daydream about it, go figure. This brings me to a thought I had the other day. Remember Capt. 22 and Capt. 27? Well, we’ve moved to the fantasy stage in our interaction. My fantasies with Capt. 22 have kids and marriage whereas all I do is make out with Capt. 27 repeatedly, saying "I feel nothing." Cuz I’m a slut mouth, that's that. While being ashamed of my fantasies, an amazing thought occurred and I'd like to share. Why does society look down on a broad for liking to kiss whereas a guy gets the high-five for being awesome? It's not fair and I hate double standards. So my conclusion is this: No one likes the girl that gives it all up, but no one likes the guy that takes it all, either. Th...

We all know that I am an open book, it's one of the things many love about me. What's weird about being an open book is the things you tend to cling to and keep to yourself. It's like I'm so "out there" that it gives people the false sense that they truly know me. Which I now think is wrong. I noticed that when every question that was asked of me by my new friend had a story to go with it. So now there's a false sense of closeness when there are so many more layers to who I am. Yeah, I can answer a question with no problem, but no one truly understands the depths of my issues. I have intimacy issues, body issues, anger issues, you name it. Like, yeah, I can tell you that my mother died but you have NO CLUE that some months I get deeply depressed to the point of thinking I need medication. Yeah I'm social but only because it keeps me from staying in my bed, watching DVR'd shows and sleeping my life away. Yeah, I can cook, but no one understands why ...