Do you ever watch a film in the theater, and think, I wonder if the ex saw that, compare it to you or another girl, see the mistakes, make the comparisons to your old relationship?

I do. I just doubt he was too.

The human race is an unfair and stupid competition. A lot of the runners don't even get decent sneakers or clean drinking water. Some people are born with a massive head start, every possible help along the way and still the referees seem to be on their side. It's not surprising some people have given up competing altogether and gone to sit in the grandstand, eat junk food and shout abuse. What we need in this race is a lot more streakers.

According to the local paper, Sun-Sentinel, women who make more money then their male partner increase their risk of being cheated on. This sounds like bullshit propaganda.
The ‘scientist’ who did the research, I’m sure, was mostly males, making it biased to begin with. Scaring women into submission isn’t going to work. What are we supposed to do, apologies for our success? Since hmm… about forever, men have always made more then women and dictated what women made since they were our boss in the work place until recently.
Men that cheat aren’t men anyways; they are little boys with daddy issues (or worse, mommy issues) or they are like my ex and have ego issues (which are so undeserved it’s hysterical, (you’d think someone with an ego that big would have a penis to match, alas, no.)
To quote Sam from S&TC, “men have had issues since women walked out of the cave, looked around and said, ‘this doesn’t look so hard.’” These issues they instill in us as women have always been their issues with women.

MEN”S BACKWARD ASS DOUBLE STANDARDS
be pretty but not so pretty that we are threatening
be independent and never needy, but need ‘them’ to help ‘us’ with ‘guy stuff’
not to be slutty, but know your way around the penis
have an opinion, as long as it’s the same as theirs
have a job but make less then them
no ‘drama’ but wants to watch cat fights
be scary skinny to live up to how we are ‘supposed’ to look and complain when we eat like a bird with anorexia when they take us out to dinner
never, ever bring up their short comings, but all of our body/work/behavior is up for debate
look at other women in front of us, then get mad at guys who check us out when we are with you.
men want a partner with a job, but they also want a “second shift” job of nanny/house cleaner/chef/personal assistant/sex worker/mother (especially when sick)

To quote good old Gloria, “Some of us are becoming the man we wanted to marry”

Happy Friday the 13th!

My friend Patti tells me i need to be more positive, shes probably right but it feels so unnatural. At 24 I thought I'd be somewhere different in my life, and well, I'd have a better job in my life. I know I'm lucky to even have a job, how lucky i am to live in Palm Beach and travel to Europe, Mexico, the Bahamas, Canada, and Disney World (like 4 times a year) and have such good friends. It's so easy to forget the good when you concentrate on the bad.

So here, in no particular order, are the things that make me feel smile.

Dressing up and reading about Marie Antoinette

My Dog, Merlin

Graduation

My best friends, whose pictures i can't add without their permission, Patti, Becky, Ashley, Ann, Elisha, my sister Annabell and Eric.

and my newest family member, my niece Felicity, Annabell's baby girl

and of course this guy

At what age is one ‘supposed’ to have a career? I know its easy to say the economy sucks and blah blah but I’m feeling like I’m falling short on that spectrum. Maybe I'm okay with that.

You do well in High School to go to a good College then do well in college to go to a good Grad School or get a good Job. Then you work for 40 years with one week vacations here and there then you retire, then you die. Sounds like no fun to me.

I wonder at work if I'm the only crazy one thinking this society is sick for having a system like that. Schooled to work, work till old, then die.

What if you want a job where your not looking out the window wishing you were somewhere else? If you want to constantly be moving and exploring. Do jobs like this exist?

There is so much world out there, i dont want to be trapped in a job.

Run like hell and get the agony over with.

(Left Photo, Me on right, Elisha Left) (Right photo, me about to die towards the end)

Ran my first half marathon (Disney Princess run) and currently training for a full marathon. I dont know why i love to run so much. I mean, nothing, nothing can humble you like a marathon can. I guess since i have a shit job, a small apartment, with school and work it would drive anyone crazy. I guess i know if i can run that first 7 miles and then another 7, my day can only get better.

"A runner runs against himself, against the best that's in him. Not against a dead thing of wheels and pulleys. That's the way to be great, running against yourself. Against all the rotten mess in the world. Against God, if you’re good enough."

I need to get away, I need to travel. My feet are itching to move and i cant stay here much longer without getting frustrated. Please let me get the job with Amnesty International.