It was weird. I was listening to my phone.
Hrm, that statement alone probably earns explanation.
My ride has no radio, so I use one of those one ear headphones with the microphone to talk in if I get a call? So yes,I be jammin' as I drive.
Anyway, I hadn't updated my songs in forever (except to add the newest Foo just to give it a listen) and I heard so many OLD songs, but I heard SO many songs that I was like "DUDE, that's ME!". And no, they weren't all by teen girls, which is probably my only salvation at this point.
Anyway, here's what I have to say. I've been "wifey" for so many years of my life. Crappy years. I don't think it's wrong that I want to enjoy dating. I don't mean "Hey, I want to be a ho!". Not at all. But... I don't see anything wrong with seeing different people before "settling down" with one. I mean, it's already a given that my girls are number 1, forever and always. And yes, when the next man that I deem worthy to join our lives comes in, he'll be such a close #2, it won't even seem like a 2... I'm not a bitch. But... I'm in no hurry for it. I don't NEED to be with somebody to be okay. Maybe the old L did... but this one's grown up a bit, I think.
Although, let's be frank, you sure can't tell it by what I wore out of the house today. I swear... I wasn't kidding when I say "I wear what I feel like wearing". Today, I felt like wearing a black boybeater. My boobs were doing some crazy, very prominent things. Jeans. Black flip flops. Sounds ok so far aside from the fact that it's kinda cold outside for just a beater. So... how do *I* remedy this? Why I put on my Gryffindor House beanie and matching scarf, of course!
I looked like a 12 year old wizard... with boobs.
Most embarrassing moment today?
Had to go to my doc for reg checkup. She says "Oh, you look so cute! What school are those colors for? I don't recognize them."
Me: "Scuse me? What do you mean?"
Her: "Your scarf and hat... what college are those for?"
Me: "*long pause* Ummmmmmmm..... man...... it's Harry Potter. Gryffindor House!"
I thought she was going to pee herself laughing. I had to do my own scales because she couldn't stand upright. *SIGH*
I'm f'ing glad I amused you. Can we get on with the exam now? Now that I've been stripped of ANY pride whatsoever?
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