I Guess I'm In A Mood

I've blogged for three days in a row. Three. That never happens to me, ever.

I guess I just don't want to let y'all down. Or I just want to talk and this is a good way to get it all out. So one of my friends told me I was boring, right? She said that I'm a "safe" option for most men, which is a fancy term for boring, as it turns out. She said that I won't attract the attention of any man because I'm too inexperienced and don't have a lot of fun.

First, fuck you. Second, you don't know me. You don't get to tell me what I am and am not. Unless you yourself have a crush on me, there is no possible way for you to size me up because you don't think that way. And I SWEAR TO GOD if you tell me that you don't "swing that way" one more time I'm going to punch you in the face. I don't have a crush on you. Ew. Quite honestly, your douche bag boyfriend has a better chance getting into my pants. And he's not even on the list.

And I reject the belief that I won't find an attractive, caring man unless I whore myself out to the first guy who looks twice. I will find a man who likes me for me and is also willing to wait until I'm ready to be physically intimate. I'm not saying wait until marriage; just wait until I'm ready. There's a guy out there who's like this. And I'm going to find him.

Also, my suspicions about the Marine's outlook toward relationships right now were correct. He's looking for a vagina to stick it in, not a girlfriend. So I wish him all the luck in the world. May he receive as much ass as he can handle, and may he grow tired of one night stands and look my way when he wants something a little more serious. If not, it's his loss.

It seems that I get tired when I blog. Maybe that's why I've been blogging so much. I'm tired at the end of each post and just snuggle up in bed and pass out after I hit the publish button. Anyway, I'm really upset that this friend, if I can even call her that, thinks I'm boring. My brother is ready to punch her for being rude to me, and he likes to make fun of her trying to give me advice. He said that changing the way I act will attract men like this friend dates, and I'm seriously better off without all the extra attention if that's all I'm going to get. He says I'm better than anyone I've ever met, especially this friend and her boyfriend, and I deserve better than what this backwoods area of Texas can give me. He's sweet.

Also, I've been invited to sing at Carnegie Hall for Memorial Day Weekend 2014. Yes, THE Carnegie Hall. I think I'm going to do it. It's not something I'll get invited to do again, I'm sure. Plus, NYC is one of my secret loves. I'm getting excited just thinking about it.

Okay, I'm going to bed before I work myself up and can't sleep. I have a birthday celebration to go to tomorrow. It's one of those all day things, and the Marine could very well be there for part of it. So I need to be coherent enough to remember what I do to embarrass myself and report it all to you for your enjoyment, my dear readers.

Kisses!