There may come a time when...

There are so many contacts in this world and so many rules of etiquette that we make up along the way with the rise of social media.  Ultimately social media is a form of publicly announcing our whereabouts, our thoughts, our hopes and dreams and failures and mistakes, our misdeeds, a spectrum of a human life.  As we trapse alone with our lives, we are still connected to a giant bulletin board of stuff...a giant bulletin web if you will.  Once one strand is stirred, hordes of people will see you and judge. 

I don't think Weiner did a terrible misdeed.  He did a stupid mistake and lied in a terrible manner to try to cover his mistake.  So people call for him to step down because he was an idiot...but what makes him different from all other men?  A lot and probably a lot of those features made him a better man than others.

I see friends reveal and gossip and rant...and I wonder when do I have to stop doing those things for the sake of my career.

That terrible joy

I understand the depth of cruelty that we afflict onto each other but most of all, the cruelty afflicted to the self.  

When the guy you love can't let you stay the weekend without him...

...it's most likely a good thing.  I would rather stay somewhere else.  At least 5 guys in the area would let me crash, just because of the size of my boobies alone.

But it's not easy to shrug off the aching feeling that rises with the knowledge that he can't share his apartment with me...ever.  That feeling likes to morph into the idea that he doesn't like me.  And from that 'he doesn't like me' pain, comes the feeling of being used.  Overall, it's all a slopbucket of disappointment, coating my body in a familar odor of shame. 

It's hard to love a guy who doesn't want to share his apartment with me.  The only other guy who I know went through this, stopped talking to me because I asked him to stop talking about his girlfriend.  His girlfriend only wanted him to tell her that he wanted her in his life, his apartment, as his wife.  I know he will never trust her and yet, he doesn't want to let go.  He would rather that I sympathize with his frustrations of the demands on his freedom, his precious freedom.  I hope he lives his life in the satisfaction of his freedoms.

Why do I choose to love M?  I can't imagine not loving him.  And yet, I know one day, I will be fed up with his inability to say 'I love you', his inability to ask me to move in, his inability to ask me to be his wife.  And when that happens, I know I will never settle for a guy who can't do those things. 

And that time hasn't happened yet.  So let me enjoy my relationship, the imperfect one with its moments of joy.

Random hair tips from woman in courthouse bathroom

After showering and air drying, apply serum onto hair to keep moisture in.  Avoid grease. Get Surlurm, a thick leave in conditioner, brush it in.  Wavy hair makes it hard for natural oils to travel down the hair shaft.  Keratin without formadehyde is best as a treatment.  Check out beauty supply stores for the products.

Getting the elderly kicked out of jury duty, one creep at a time

If I come off mean with my title, please feel free to replace the word 'elderly' with 'attractive' or 'giddy' or the 'cheerleaders'.  This guy happened to be much older...and with some major boundary issues.

Thankfully, the lawyers kicked him off the juror panel.  They gave me the option of leaving or staying.  I in my 'Due South-ish' way, chose to stay to perform my civic duty...and I also didn't want to receive any privileges because of this unfortunate incident that went beyond what it ought to because I get pissed pretty easily as of late.

Is it all the easy sex?
Is it medication?
Is it me being hormonal?
Damn, am I preggers?
Damn, look at me, I'm back in my head :)