Friday, October 23, 2009

Time told.

Well, He called... and texted. A ton. I don't think it's been more than 8 hours with out hearing from him in someway since last friday. Huh.

Friday, October 16, 2009

A random gift :)

 So, I'm sitting at home last night and get a text message from my girl Deb who wants me to come out to her dad and step-mom's anniversary party. Now normally, I am not a huge fan of parties where I don't know anyone but Deb is being very  persuasive about it.  I say no initially...so she tells me that she's got a birthday gift for me there. I like presents, so I tell her to send me a picture.... and OMG!!! Holy hot scruffy DJ neighbor of her dad's Batman! So I get all dressed up and head out to small town Iowa for a anniversary party for people I don't really know.


Once there, I get to meet hot DJ :) who is very obviously drunk but charming nonetheless. He tells me he's 37 (very obviously not) and black (again, obviously not) and seems shocked when I don't fall for his bullshit. He then begins telling me about himself, Name Josh, occupation DJ, just moved to IA from Houston.  There's is a good amount of "chemistry" between the two of us and we exchange phone numbers and photos from our phones.  I look at his mom, who happes to live next door to Deb's dad... and tell her that I am going to do inappropriate things with her son. She gives her blessing. (To her credit, she was also drunk at the time) 


Conversation flows, the alcohol flows and soon it's time to go home.  Josh walks me to the car and gives me a big hug and kiss goodbye. He promises to call soon...time will tell.



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Monday, October 12, 2009

Who am I?

I am wistful and optimistic,


I wonder what's next;


I hear the sound of laughter


 and I see your smile.


I want faith and desire-


I am wistful and optimistic.



I pretend to be brave;


I feel the waves crashing about me.


I touch the pause button;


and I worry about the end results.


I cry over the lost me and the chances that were never taken.


I am wistful and optimistic


 


I understand that I can be me;


I say lets run and don't look back.


I dream of what's to come and what will never be again.


I try to be me,


 I hope for faith and desire-


I am wistful and optimistic

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Touched a nerve....