You have found good company-enjoy...in bed!
The courage to be great lies deep within each of us...in bed!
Now is a good time to try something new...in bed!
Someone from your past will happily re-enter your life soon...in bed!
Welcome change...in bed!
It is much easier to be critical than to be correct...in bed! Ha!
A refreshing change is in your future...in bed!
Your efforts are budding-results will appear soon...in bed! Hehe
Your sense of humor will get you through difficult times...in bed!
Don't repay a kindness, pass it on...in bed! Will do!
Many pleasurable and memorable adventures are in store for you...in bed!
We can't help everyone. But everyone can help someone...in bed! Share the love!
You are going to have a very comfortable life...in bed!
You will soon be the center of attention...in bed!
You will be awarded a great honor...in bed!
Many will travel to hear you speak...in bed! Oh snaps!
Live each day as though it were your last...in bed! I would gladly love to.
Your labors will bear sweet fruit...in bed! Now that one just makes me giggle!
I've briefly mentioned recently that my blog posts and my thoughts have definitely increased in depth over time. But I discovered today that this blog has really helped and allowed me to grow. If it weren't for this, I don't really know what my thoughts would be. Probably a hell of a lot more jumbled. This has become my best friend. My ear to speak to. I love growing, love discoveries and realizations and revelations and contemplations and essentially communications. Expression, is a beautiful thing. This is my digital self, as a special friend has put it. Digital self. I love thinking of it like that. This is the virtual me. Welcome to my virtual mind where alchemy is always brewing.
Keys, keys, keys. I'm going to tell you a bit of my interests in them. First of all, they're beautiful. There is so much symbolism to me, as well, generally. I have a tendency to be very drawn to symbols especially those of any sacred meanings whether it be religious or not. I am by no means a religious person, but I love crosses and the power they hold to people. Power, that's a lot of what it is. I value things that provoke people and myself and if something has a great amount of power to evoke so much, deserves my attention and interests. Keys, there are so many looks and styles but are still universally recognized as keys. I do plan to make some paintings of keys if I must mention. Second, I have noticed that my family is really good about having spare keys. There are at least three keys to my car. In fact, I locked myself out of my tank a few days ago. I did the damn near impossible. My Volvo can only be locked from the outside with the key so it prevents the possibility of locking the keys inside. However, I was getting groceries but only opened the passenger door in which I threw the keys on the drivers seat. Me, being the obsessive door locker that I am, manually locked the passenger door from the inside before I shut it. I've done this before but usually had the driver door unlocked. So as I get to my door I realized what I did, all I could do was laugh at myself. I called my dad who 20 minutes later brought me the spare key. I felt like an idiot for I joined the club of a good majority of the women that come into my work who have lost their phones/wallets/cards/keys and/or got locked out of their vehicles. To be honest, I can be a wee bit harsh on my judgments of people that have that happen to them. I immediately see them as unorganized, which I guess I would have to say is something that irritates me. But anyways, the awesome thing is, I have humor in this situation and I was not the slightest worried about getting into my car because of my family's spare key practice. Next, keys to other peoples' places. I, personally, am always elated when someone gives or lets me borrow a key to their place. This has never been the case for my intimate relationships except for the case of a couple occasions. Generally, this is with friends. As I have enthusiastically written about watching my friend's apartment a few times, that would be a case in which I had t
heir key. Which, when they buy a house within the next few months, I will officially have a key for good and will be able to watch their house while they are on future vacations and trips. Fucking exciting! Last year another good friend of mine has made me a key to his apartment and even did me the honor by getting art done on it. So I have a key with flames on it, that I carry proudly. And recently another good friend made me a key to her apartment as well. She also made a comment that eventually I'll be a janitor with all my keys [obviously an exaggeration]. Over a year ago a couple of my friends hid their key in a place for me so I could come over whenever I choose or while they were out. Not only do I love having the key, as a form of symbolism in itself, but to have that trust given to me. I realize it's a crazy world out there and I have heard some horror stories involving roommates and what not, but people trust me. I would never lift my finger to a reason that people should not trust me. But I have keys to prove it, and that makes me happy in my heart.
I saw Repo Men over the weekend. All I could think afterwards was how happy I was that I went out to see it. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and a bit differently than I do other films. It's not like it had an outstanding plot, or an original one for that matter, but I lost myself in it. To be completely honest, I really enjoyed the blood. I don't think I have ever giggled in happiness from such a bloody movie in awhile. A lot of it is just my growing passion for anatomy and procedures of bodies of the dead. It was an exciting movie for me, and I definitely would not mind seeing it again. And although I have nothing against Jude Law, I am not a hardcore fan as some of my female friends are, but this is probably one of my favorite roles of his. I did enjoy the futurism it portrayed and basically how much more fucked society will be then. I guess that would be a revelation that I enjoy films that give this sense of lost hope, of fuckedness, no different from my love for apocalyptic themes and films. Last but not least, there was a typical moment, of love, which brought out the dreamer that still lives in me and caused me to tear up. I won't give away the part, but yeah, great movie!Yesterday, as I mentioned, was my first day back at work since before spring break. I was actually looking forward to it for I was working with my favorite coworker. An interesting thing did happen, however. My coworker was on a smoke break in which I tend to go out with her and talk to her. While we were outside a homeless man walking around with a wooden musical instrument of some sort was watching us and eventually walked past us, only to turn right around and come towards us. He approached us and asked for a cigarette and to borrow a lighter. He was talking things which I could not understand. He then walked away but throughout the night he was still hanging out in front of the grocery store near my work. After we closed the store and started heading to our cars, he walked straight towards us again, as if he had been waiting for us all night. He proceeded to tell me repeatedly but not obnoxiously nor too crazily, but genuinely that he loved me. Of course, I didn't quite hear it and thought he was also asking my name, which I was incorrect. All I did was smile and make some sort of sound but no actual words. Luckily he got the hint and didn't follow us to our cars. My coworker then repeated to me what he said in which she added that he was an addition to my fanclub.
Oh, the lovely world of the fanclub. I realized I have only mentioned this twice here and there.
I hate to be one to brag, so I believe that's why I haven't written much about it. But I guess I'll get it out of the way. Starting a year ago-actually over a year ago, out of fucking nowhere, I started getting a great deal of male attention, okay-an enormous about of male attention. A lot of it started while I was with my boyfriend and knew of a guy that liked me. This guy worked at the bank that I frequented for my work. This guy knew I had a boyfriend, therefore never openly tried to ask me out or advance me. However, he did always ask about me or mention things about me to his coworkers and to mine. It honestly felt like grade school, but I enjoyed the change in pace since it did make my life a little bit more exciting although I was not particularly interested in him. The funniest thing about that situation is that the last day I ever saw him was actually the day I later broke up with my boyfriend. The guy ended up getting fired so I never saw him since. I'm sure if he found out that I was single then he would be crushed. I must also not forget to add that every year of college has gave me at least one stalker, at least that I was aware of. Now I don't necessarily have that but this fanclub. As the interests from the guy at the bank grew, my coworkers and my manager began to tease me and refer to him as my boyfriend. Meanwhile I also knew that one of my coworkers was attracted to me as well. Her and I later declared that I have a fanclub which included two more people from the same grocery store in which the bank was located. My coworker along with another claimed to be in the fanclub and often jokingly fought about who was the president of it and who coordinated interviews and such. So that was the beginnings of what is now a fucking part of my daily life. More and more people started showing interests in which have given me a lot of interesting stories to tell. Pretty much everywhere I go I got someone who doesn't know how to avert their eyes. I've always been used to people looking at me because I definitely don't blend in. A lot of my life I could never tell the difference between people looking at me just because I was interesting or because they were interested as I talk about here. I've become better at telling and well, people have definitely been more obvious about it. Whenever I meet up with certain friends, one of the first questions they ask is, "Any new fanclub stories?" Three of the worst things about this is, first of all I have no idea where this came about. Some friends have their theories, and they're probably right. I know my clothing has become more feminine and my aura is more approachable than it ever has been. And people just keep reminding me that I'm just really beautiful as well as just hard to look away from. Secondly, I don't know how to act in these situations at all. I'm shy, easily nervous, and I suck at taking compliments. Because it's all new to me, I just don't know how to cope with it. Which sometimes is no big deal, or sometimes I make a retard out of myself. And finally, a vast majority of these fanclub members have hold no interests of mine. I'm simply not interested and I have to "beat guys away with a stick." But needless to say, I do enjoy these random occurrences, so long as they aren't dangerous ones, which I've had a few of.
Well I think that's it for my ramble today. Gotta go put my writing energy elsewhere.
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