| Current mood: |  contemplative |
Random collection of thoughts:
A: I want to be married. I don't want the whole dating thing. Sure, it's fun.. but the instability of it makes me a nervous wreck. Let's just get settled, and married, and happily ever after. (I'd give anything for a relationship like your's Kit. It's fun AND stable at the same time. That'd be ideal, but if I had to choose one or the other.. I'd pick stable and content (note! not UNHAPPY. I don't want to be like the jaded old people who HATE their spouses) over new and exciting.)
B: I'm prejudiced against the ghetto/gangsta/whatever group. (note: not all black either, lots of other races fit in this group.) It just seems like things go from FUN to "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" in an instant. With most people, there seems to be warning signs.. or someone will outright say "You crossed the line." etcetc... but with the whole "RESPECT" mindset, it seems like it goes straight to violence. That scares the shit out of me. I'm afraid I'll make a smartass comment (which I'm known for, but they're all in good fun) and get shot/slapped/punched/etc. Scary.
C: Even though I consider myself bisexual, I'm kinda against dating other bisexual girls.. and really turned off to the idea of dating bisexual guys. I'm not sure why. I think the stereotype of bisexuals just being SLUTS is SO ingrained in my mind that I can't shake it... even though I know I can't be the ONLY bisexual not like that.
C-2: Kinda like the whole party scene and weed thing. Not EVERYONE who likes to have a good time once in a while (whether it's getting high or getting WASTED) is a horrible person. They're not all irresponsible, losers, etcetc... but on personals sites.. when I see someone mention partying/weed I get SO turned off. Even if everything else about them is perfect.. I just skip to the next person.
D: Patches was brought to the pound, and I assume put to sleep. (I like to think they rehabilitated him or sent him to a foster home.. but that's probably just wishful thinking on my part.) I don't regret it, because he wasn't in his right frame of mind and if I'm ever that disturbed in the head, I hope someone puts me out of MY misery too. He wasn't eating, and he was constantly on edge/aggressive. Although it killed me, I think I made the right decision. I have learned to get my cat put on anxiety medication if she starts to show signs of distress. I am 110% sure that his problems stemmed from Angela leaving and him being distraught. I just waited too long to do anything about it. It got way too far out of control and there was no bringing him back. THAT is what I regret. (Not that it matters, but my parents wouldn't have let me keep him anyway... so regardless of my decision, he would've been sent away.)
E: I got a new 5 month old kitten, named Chloe. I adore her. If I could have a mentally sound Patches instead, I would... but she's the bees knees. I hope she grows up to be a lapcat, but I'll love her either way.
F: Work is cool, but is about to become really lame. We're starting to get shippers (those cardboard displays) sent to us again... which basically boils down to ENTIRELY too much product for the shelf space we have. It's going to be a pain trying to keep the quantities of things they send under control. (when it was sav-a-center.. Jose had 15 shippers of toothpaste in the back. ALL OF THE SAME KIND. For some reason, corporate seems to think we sell a lot of it.)
G: The only person who has messaged me on okcupid so far, since I've started being really active there... has been a blind man. That is not a good thing for my self-esteem. I reallly don't consider myself that ugly, but I guess I'm wrong.
H, I, J: My room is clean! It's amazing. I'm in love with October Fall. New favorite band! I don't think I have anything else to mention.
Toodles.
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