here's my first confession:
i'm so. over. social networking.
ok, so first-off, my ex successfully "myspace cheated" on me before we divorced. i'm sure he's still doing it to his new girlfriend. i bet she either doesn't care, or doesn't know. afterward i used it for a while to meet hot guys, who basically amounted to ONLY that. hot.
secondly, i've successfully found EVERY PERSON i have EVER known, in my whole life, on myspace or facebook. and guess what? almost all of them are happy, successful, married with 2.5 children, livin' in the 'burbs, having the family cookout, watching football on sunday, repeat, repeat, repeat.
neat.
half of them have balded or gained weight, the other half are almost exactly as i remembered them back in the day.
so, ok. now what am i supposed to do? uh... this feels like a re-run of homeroom, 6th grade. and now, i get to hear alllllll the latest news: "so and so is on their way to the dr. " "so-and-so bit her lip". "so-and-so is now friends with 24 of your friends (stalker)". so-and-so's daughter just vomited.
ok, i'm really glad i get to see all of you again, but, for the most part, guess what? unless you're like, an actual real-life friend of mine, i don't care what you're ordering at starbucks, i don't care that you just cheated on your diet . i don't care, i don't care, i don't care.
media is driving me crazy. it's either total monotony, or complete paranoia about what the love of my life is doing online. it's totally senseless.
social networking is adding absolutely nothing to my life that isn't business related.
i'm so. over. it.
so there's my first confession.
next!
so ya, we're confessing huh well here's one. ive never liked starbucks at all. but anytime someone goes i will get something to seem cool. now that starbucks isnt as cool anymore i dont care. i wonder how much $ ive wasted their?
Last night, I made a list of every lover that I can remember. I am not ashamed of this list, nor am I proud. Sex is a natural part of our existance. Oh, and I like it. Once I wrote all of the names down (and, mind you, some were descriptions of people because I never got their names or was just too drunk to remember them), I wrote what my experience with them was like. There was a "wosrt", a "favorite", a "smallest pecker I've ever seen, poor guy", "horrible", "best lover EVER", "fun, but too many chigger bites", "love of my life", "DRRRRRRUNK", "oh, gross it's so embarrassing that I slept with that guy". The categories were assigned to all 22. There are technically 23, but I was only counting my male counterparts. I did this to actually have a count. Not because I'm on some kind of conquest mission, but mostly for a reality check.
OK, OK...I did it because I'm remembering my youth. There won't be anymore irresponsible sexual encounters anymore. I value my clean bill of health (CRAZY, right??), and I value the ease of no sexual drama....which leads to emotional drama, which leads to someone getting punched in the face.
Make no mistake, I am leaving room on the page for a few more names, but I would be oh, so happy if maybe - perhaps - it might only be one more, and that he'd fall under the category of "above and beyond anything I could ever hope or dream for".
Then again, I always have been a sucker like that.