My most favorite female singer; she has such an amazing voice.


Had an okay day. I've had better, but I've also had much worse. Look forward to school starting so I can have real alone time. (Couldn't even take a shower without being hassled by my offspring.) My favorite show is coming on, "Teen Wolf" well, I guess it's my second favorite being that "Lost Girl" is top with me. Anna Silk is so hot.

Had a great time last night. Even though I was only out for a couple of hours. My neighbor's son was being a bit flirty with me. Not a line I'd cross, but it's always flattering when a young, attractive man notices you. And I ran into the guy I was kind of seeing late last summer/early fall. I guess my neighbor was screwing around with his brother and she told him I was seeing someone, and she was very specific about the someone being a black guy. Not that I wouldn't or haven't but I wasn't. I wasn't seeing anyone. (There was someone I wanted to see, but he made it clear it wasn't mutual.) I guess it's like one when she's told people I'm a lesbian and the only reason I have children is because I was artificially inseminated. I don't know why she's so obsessed with me, but it's obvious that she is. And after hearing that last night, I'm wondering how many times she's gone out of her way to tell a guy I've been seeing something like that. (None of them has ever told me anything like that before, but I've had a few give me the third degree...as if anything I'm doing or not doing is any of their business when they're not in a relationship with me and aren't considering being in one.) I guess though, I don't understand why, if someone gets told something that bothers them, they don't just ask me about it instead of assuming it must be true. I would, when it bothers me enough. But then, I don't believe half of the things people tell me, anyway. Which reminds me, he said he was going to come see me tonight...but I'm highly doubtful. Not that it matters either way. He doesn't give me those crazy butterflies that make sleep and eating difficult, if not nearly impossible. (I've had that experience once and not altogether sure I ever care to repeat it. I don't like feeling like I'm drowning and out-of-control.) Okay, I'm not exactly being honest with myself. I do want those crazy butterflies. I just don't want to experience them by myself.

Time to stop procrastinating; I have chores. Plus I started to take a bunch of stuff out of one of my hall closets to re-organize it and the hallway now looks like the closet vomited all over it.

One of my favorite singers.

My oldest calls me to pick her up, then calls to say she'll meet me at home...so I drive back home and wait...and wait...finally call her and she's still at her fiance's. (I took too long and she got cold.) As if I have nothing better to do than to wait around on other people. Just trying to talk myself into driving over and going out for a drink or two by myself. Maybe after I change my top.

Sipping an appletini, waiting for my jeans to dry. Wish it would be warm enough to wear shorts...and I don't wear skirts when I go out by myself. (As if I ever go out by myself all that frequently.) I was hoping my oldest would get back soon, but got a text from her that she's stuck out in the middle of nowhere. And mad. I don't particularly enjoy arguing (mostly cause most people don't know how to do it properly) so it's kind of odd that both my children do.

I was reading about passive-aggressive behavior. You know, when people say what they think you want to hear but do what they really want (which is usually the opposite of what they said.) Or say they're okay with things being a certain way when really they're not and try to do things to make it what they want. It's all about avoiding conflict...and responsibility. And while I prefer to avoid conflict, I'm not going to say things I don't really mean. I mean like with big things, such as just having fun, not jumping into relationships, etc, etc. Maybe I keep my hurt feelings to myself more, but then, I'm the one responsible for my own happiness, not someone else. (Although biology and environment play a large part in my chronic depression.)

Well, I guess I'm meeting up in about 40 minutes...good thing I'm almost ready. (And good thing my appletini was in a relatively small glass.)

Maybe a lot of women dream about finding the right man...I dream about finding the right bra. (Preferably without padding.)

Kinda on a Neon Trees kick...Alison Kaplan doing a cover of my absolutely favorite of theirs. I prefer the original, but she does it beautifully.



Not a Beiber fan; just love Neon Trees.



Neon Trees doing an INXS cover.



Tyler Glenn from Neon Trees doing an Adele cover.

Apparently, even when I'm not thinking about sex, it's on my brain. When I was writing out a check earlier, I caught myself misspelling "sixty..." In all fairness, this is the third longest I've gone without having any. (Self-love does not count.)

Going to be changing my therapy day in a couple weeks. It will still be the same time, though. I almost forgot I had it yesterday. Remembered about ten minutes before I was supposed to be there and managed to be only a couple minutes late.

I'm feeling just a tad bit sleepy. Could be that I get up at 6:35 every morning irregardless of when I get to bed...or it could be that amaretto ciroc (which is quite delicious.)

I love this song.

So, I went out for a couple hours, something I haven't done on a Wednesday since last summer. It was nice; I socialized and still have a nice buzz. Didn't see anyone that I felt was even a bit flirt-worthy, so I'm looking for inspiration. For in the morning. (When I know I'm the only person awake.) The only thing that make this more erotic would be doing it with a partner. But then, I wouldn't want to wait until the morning.

I think this song is so beautiful...that's what I want, to feel that way about someone and for them to feel the same.



I just think this one's hot. I love men who can dance.