I made it. I graduated with a bachelor's degree in accounting. Somehow, he managed to show up and destroy me. I was right there. I waited and I called over and over and over. I wish he wouldn't have come. I'm devastated.
There just isn't any way to ask him to leave me alone. I wish we had never met. I wish I could forget everything. I need to start taking steps to get away from him.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Back at it
For some reason a "Tweet" or "Wall Post" just doesn't do it for me. With such an outlet for expression, I'm afraid I cannot refrain from the blogger.
So, I'm somewhat conscious of the destination, but I'm struggling to find the path. Anyone know what I'm talking about? There I am: tending to my rose garden, in front of my house, my family beside me. I guess the "American Dream." However, I also have some other things to take care of before I'm at that point. Stamps in my passport, a few souvenirs from my road trips across the country, and even a reindeer hide from my Alaskan excursion. There will also be a few photographs of me really tasting life, maybe from the top of a mountain, so a ship in the sea.
But how to get there? How on earth do I get there? Without drowning at the workplace, living the rest of my life at school, or plummeting deep into debt? I know it's possible, I've seen people do it. I just haven't mustered up to courage to ask them, "So, what path did you take to get here?"
Maybe it's the romantic in me, but I like to think that dreams are worth chasing. Dreams are my fuel, pushing me harder and further each day. Yes, romance, that's it. I have heard it defined as the "excitement and mystery associated with love." I define it as the romance and mystery associated with LIFE! Everyday is a new beginning. A new morning to wake up to.
Dating is not my forte. First, I like my men to be intelligent, independent, gentlemanly, and artistic. So, you can guess that I have accumulated many homosexual male friends. Straight men are needy, lost, and boorish.
So, I'm somewhat conscious of the destination, but I'm struggling to find the path. Anyone know what I'm talking about? There I am: tending to my rose garden, in front of my house, my family beside me. I guess the "American Dream." However, I also have some other things to take care of before I'm at that point. Stamps in my passport, a few souvenirs from my road trips across the country, and even a reindeer hide from my Alaskan excursion. There will also be a few photographs of me really tasting life, maybe from the top of a mountain, so a ship in the sea.
But how to get there? How on earth do I get there? Without drowning at the workplace, living the rest of my life at school, or plummeting deep into debt? I know it's possible, I've seen people do it. I just haven't mustered up to courage to ask them, "So, what path did you take to get here?"
Maybe it's the romantic in me, but I like to think that dreams are worth chasing. Dreams are my fuel, pushing me harder and further each day. Yes, romance, that's it. I have heard it defined as the "excitement and mystery associated with love." I define it as the romance and mystery associated with LIFE! Everyday is a new beginning. A new morning to wake up to.
Dating is not my forte. First, I like my men to be intelligent, independent, gentlemanly, and artistic. So, you can guess that I have accumulated many homosexual male friends. Straight men are needy, lost, and boorish.
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