They say it happens in 3's

I apologize, but this post has been lost. I'm leaving it up because I appreciated the comments, but the words are just nowhere to be found.

Cause I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane, I don't know when I'll be back again

OK. Couple of things to mention, here.

First off, I've made plans to go on a little trip. These plans have been somewhat iffy up until now, and I'm heading to New York for a nice little escape from my life. Not like I really have one to escape from, but you get the idea. I'll be flying out on December 9th, red eye, and arriving in New York City, at like 5:30am on December 10th. I'm one of the few people that actually likes flying the red eye flights. I pop a sleeping pill about 30 minutes before I board and by the time I get on the flight, I'm fading fast. I usually arrange a car service to pick me up when I get there, and it's waiting by the time I land. So no waiting in those NYC taxi lines in freezing weather, and to be frank, car services in NY cost a hell of a lot less than taxis because they flat rate you, not time you. I dislike the cold. I dislike the cold very much; which makes me wonder why I'm going to NY in December, at all, but we'll get to that after in a minute.

Everything is arranged, minus when I'm coming back. What I love about Jet Blue is that their prices don't really change unless you're traveling a day in advance. So when I get there, I'll decide when I want to come back. I do want to be back by Christmas to spend time with the family, and my remaining Grandparents. Something tells me I might not get too many more Christmases with them.

Now for the why. And I'm going to ask people to be nice, even though for some of you, I know it's extremely hard...(no pun intended) I'll be meeting a person I met through this blog. That's all I'm going to say for now. I have every intention of spending vast amounts of time with him, and tiring him out to a point that he'll never forget the visit from Miss Curious. I'm going to name him Guinness, because it looks good, tastes good and always leaves me thirsty for more. I'll have my own hotel room, and don't worry about me. I'm smarter than I look. Well, not that many of you have actually seen what I look like. Although if you look hard enough various body parts have been spread throughout my blog and some of them are indeed mine. Have fun trying to figure out which ones. *wink*

Second thing I wanted to write about has completely slipped my mind, so I'm going to wait until my head clears and try again, tomorrow.

Smooches,

S

P.S. If any real writers actually read my blog, which I highly doubt...Whose dick do I have to suck to get my shows back on TV? Quit it with this strike shit already. I'm truly upset that Grey's Anatomy was a rerun, tonight.

Would she go Down on you in a Theater?

I had wasted so much fucking time. There wasn't anything wrong with me. He just didn't know how to love me...I suppose I'd already known the truth for some time, but I was unable to admit it to myself. Today I held a box in my hands; an early Christmas present, and it hit me. I was free.

I threw away the box, unopened, shredded the card in two. We broke up a long time ago, but it's finally real in my mind. I can finally, openly, honestly say, I have no more feelings for him, and it feels fucking awesome and it's so, so liberating.


Relationships are really, very difficult. Someone once told me, "Love means never having to say you're sorry." That's bullshit. In love you're apologizing all the Fucking time. Constantly finding things to say you're sorry for. How people change and grow with each other over the years, blows me away. In time, you're finishing each other's sentences. You know who turns the light off at night before bed and who's going to smack the alarm clock and hit snooze in the morning. You have your side of the bed and he has that special pillow he sleeps with. Nights of passionate love making, turn into, "Baby stop, I'm tired.." Nights of sleeping in each other's arms, naked, turn into sleeping back to back, and being annoyed he won't stop snoring. You'd love to smother him with that favorite pillow he holds on to for dear life, instead of you every night. People change so much and sometimes you find that that you aren't the team you once were. And no matter how much the two of you are in love, you just can't get things to feel the same anymore. It just stops working.

We broke up. We're separated. We're on a break. We call it a lot of different things to cover up the pain that he's not here anymore, every day, reaching out a hand or stroking my forehead when he passes through the living room on his way to the kitchen.

There was once a boy. There was once a girl. They once created a life together. They decided to step back from that life when it just wasn't fun anymore. It just didn't make them happy anymore. They loved each other so very much, that they just couldn't stand making each other miserable anymore. That's life. That's what happens to people. We can trace a line of events, but we can't follow a series of emotions. Things change. People change. Life changes. Times change. It's very possible to love someone so much and still be unable to make him or her smile.

Sometimes the best gift you can give someone is their freedom, and space. That's what he did.

Merry Christmas. Now go away.

I may talk a good game, but I seriously have no idea what I'm doing, what I'm going to do, what I'm supposed to do, or what I should've done. I'm just here, like any of you, trying to figure it all out.

It's hard to let everyone know you're absolutely terrified.

I think Victoria has More Secrets than she lets On

After a day of shopping and lolly gagging around with my sister, we decided to head to Victoria's Secret to look for panties. I apologize if this post is boring, but I really have to take a hot minute to rant.

So...you walk into Walmart, Costco, Kmart, Target, or any other large store that sells panties and you come across like, 6 pairs of Hanes for $5.99. If you walk into another area of the store you hit the cute, tiny, frilly, pretty panties. Now let me just say this first, Hanes 'granny panties' are hardly panties at all. They pull up to just about below your bust line and they slip down all day long, no matter what size you get. The kind of panties that I like and probably every other female like are the cute ones. Especially if she's planning on having them seen, no? Cute panties cost a lot more. I have to wonder why. They cut off half of the material, the material is thinner and less durable and they add like, a couple of inches of lace. Cheap lace. They tear extremely easily, and once they get wet, forget 'em. So why do they cost 20$ a fucking pair? Bras are the same way. Well, I can hardly speak for normal women's bras because I can never find the size I want in department stores, but why are the cuter bras like $80.00? I think it's insane.

I would fully boycott Victoria's Secret and their cute little panties, but where else on earth can you find them so cute? Fredrick's of Hollywood is even more expensive, and they have about the same stuff. So my question, more for the ladies, do you spend more money on panties than groceries, or is it only me?

End rant.

Again, I'm seriously flattered that I got mentioned for awards. I'm loving the attention. Thanks to Eileen for nominating me in the blogger awards. She's been reading since day one and never misses a post..lol. Send a little bit of your love over to my bunny friend. He loves it even more than I do.

Last but not least, I'm semi-drunk so this post probably won't even be here tomorrow when I realize it probably makes no sense. But for now it sounds perfect.

Eggnog came out today! You have to love the Christmas season for that stuff. :D 'tis the season to be jolly.