D-O-N-E

That's it. I'm done. The more time I spend with the general population the more willing I am to make the statement that I am no longer a relationship girl. i was always the girl who rocked a boyfriend for the "long term", but ever since my lest relationcrazy I can't seem to make a come back. And to top it all off I'm not sure how I feel about it. I know that relationships are about give and take, but I honestly am not in the mood to give or take. I am in the mood to be stubborn. I'm in the mood to be comfortable and right now I am only comfortable with myself. I can't seem to get past the awkward "gamey" bullshit of any relationship (male or female) in my life. I don't really want to be alone. I cant to be able to be myself and surround myself with people who like that about me. I spend time right now with C and Char they've been my friends (and not my friends) for long enough that they know me, they get how I work and they don't bull shit me. At the risk of bringing my mother to tears...for the second time tonight...I've had it. I'm fed up. I'm taking care of me and my friends and if someone stumbles onto my path who can keep up I'll pay attention to them. Otherwise consider me the Lone Ranger.

Step by step, inch by inch

So my roommate and I did our weekly trip to Wal*Mart and dinner. I had several realizations. I always thought of myself as a generally kind person...easy going. Not much ruffles my feathers, but I've started to realize in the last couple of weeks that that does not really describe me as well as I had always thought it did. I'm territorial, aggressive, and when you say the wrong things to me...I turn into something that some people might call...a witch. I am so irritated with the male race. They are egotistical, self involved, cocky (not confident), stubborn, and less than spectacular. Every time you start to think a guy is spectacular and breathtaking he does something stupid to make you irritated and exhausted by them. The other day a guy had a conversation with me that was TOTALLY out of line. He then proceeded to get into an argument with my roommate about whether or not I was out of line (a bitch). I can not believe that I care what some man thinks about me. So what, maybe I am a bitch, maybe people just don't like to hear the truth. I can think of a lot of people who don't want to hear the truth...and telling the truth is something that I am very very fond of. I'll keep irritating people, with the truth...you're welcome.