the wet spot

i promise you no intelligence i promise you no knowledge i promise you spelling mistakes i promise you entries only during business hours i promise you sporadic entertainment i promise you i’m obsessed with being 30 i promise you childish art school shock value
i guarantee if you take me to bed I will end up sleeping in the wet spot

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

do u ever wish there was a recorder devise in ur head that u could replay any day any time?

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

why do i have to be a cat person?
I’ve just been classified, yet again. But this time it hurts bad. I accepted being moved to the 30-35 (or even sometimes 39) age category. That was something I just couldn’t help, unless my life was ended and I’ll take getting old over dying. I’m the oldest of 3 kids so I was always the ‘trouble maker’ – which was fairly true. My parents are divorced, so there’s another category I belong to. I played (notice the past tense) video games & spent countless hours on the computer – ‘geek’ I belonged to. never really fit in with any particular group in high school, misfit possibly. Am girl. Am 30. no kids. Am single. I don’t really think of these things as defining who I am, but here again I’m classified. This time it’s called ‘mature single’, including all persons between the ages of 30-54 who are not married. Well fuck! This really isn’t the group I wanted to be associated with. They say 40% of people in this group don’t really think they ever will get married. Right there I want to be out of this association, kick & screaming I will fight my way out! Not to say I will kick & scream at potential partners (that comes after marriage), but I have a plan. This plan includes a stable career, a loving partner and a child(ren). The career is in the works…the child can be done (partner or partnerless) the partner – well, that’s the main thing that’s got me in this mature single category. So let me see – I’ve tried the internet dating, not that successful for me. I prefer my men with intelligence and social skills combined. While a strengthened thumb from excessive vid games can come in handy in bed, the practice for that thumb means long nights of entertaining myself to the continuous sounds of rapid gunfire. And if one more mother comes down to the basement to inform us (particularly the promiscuous older woman (me)) that ‘I don’t want anything happening down here that I wouldn’t approve of!’. Well, so sorry, ur a little late. And I like cream and sugar in my coffee thanks. So lava is out now. Hope it works for others, but right now I’m on a hiatus. I haven’t trying a newspaper add, but I can’t see that one being any more successful, it’s pretty much the same as the internet, except for people without computers. My friends – that’s where is should be at! You hear happy couples all the time telling you they were set with a friend of a friend. Come on guys!! Where’s ur support at ending my single life? Ohh, right – they’re all single too and if I’m set up with someone that means they r just left behind, lonely, in single land with nothing to comfort them but the thought that if they dye alone their dog won’t eat them. Maybe I should take a trip to chapters, I’m sure there’s some book out there that will be able to tell me how to end my lonely, depressing association with the mature singles. More to come…