For the life of me I cannot figure out why, when two people break up, the shit at each other’s houses can’t be exchanged within a week. I’m tired of guys leaving a trail of shit at my house to only want it back months, sometimes years later. WTF?! More annoying than that is not being able to get MY stuff back. What’s the hold up guys? I don’t want your shit and I’d like MY shit back. Whatever you have of mine was probably something to benefit you anyway, like a fan, or dishes and not some crappy CDs and holey underwear you left for me. Thank God I don’t have to deal with this any more. I now have a real man who’s accountable for his belongings and who respects me enough to not leave his shit strewn about. I know, I know. This is partly my fault too right? The only thing I feel I’m at fault with is letting them use my house as a dumpster in the first place and for being nice enough to let them borrow useful items. It’s completely ridiculous the inconvenience it is to have “left over” dude’s items at my place. And the only reason I hold onto them is to be sure I’ll get my stuff back but if I don’t then you’re not getting yours either. Call it childish if you want but I’m sick of the games of holding stuff hostage. Whatever happened to putting stuff in a box and leaving it out for the other?? That needs to happen again. Or maybe I should have been a big bitch and just trashed everything I have of theirs after a week and said “Oh well.” That I feel is childish though. Demanding an exchange of stuff is far less ridiculous I think. At least that way they’ll know what’s going to happen should they never return my belongings. Whatever. Like I said I’m done with this routine anyway…at least by next week when the remains of someone’s crap gets hauled away by a mutual friend…FINALLY!
I seriously can’t say enough how nice it is to finally be dating a MAN.
Through the tunnel, Back up and over, You crawled into my heart. Uncertain it began, unwilling I felt. Happy all alone. A gentleman from the start, Respected boundaries among.
Then it happened.
I saw you for the man that you are. A father, a hard worker, a responsible Dedicated, strong man you became In my new color blind eyes. It was then I knew that I wanted you for mine. You amaze and inspire me every day. We wildly mesh and bring out our best. Our timing right on, our pace gone perfect. In your embrace is where I feel my safest. To never lose you is my desire, To never hurt you is my promise. As much as I know that perfect doesn’t exist For me and my imperfect self, you are Perfection. Unconditionally you and unconditionally me We unconditionally accept and let each be. I know the true you and I enjoy every part. I know my smile won’t fade and Of this I’m deeply certain.
Where to start? The purpose of my blog is to allow you, the reader, to get to know me more. I will let you discover who I am through reading my blog.
I don't think it's news to anyone that I grew up in a trailer park. It is often a joke of mine to reference it and how I rose above that lifestyle. I have no shame in my roots though and even desire to own a trailer park one day! It is a huge part of me hence my blog title and picture.
Furthermore, I feel that learning about me will help you learn about yourself. I know I take in so much knowledge from my friends and feedback so I hope you find this useful as well.