I ask, I ask and I ask some more... Why the hell do we beat ourselves to a pulp every fucking day that we exist... I had a long talk with a girlfriend yesterday and the question that always seems to surface, is what the fuck is wrong with us... We feel sorry for ourselves when we are single, we stress to all hell when we are in a relationship and we kick our own ass if it ends.. We can't leave the house without checking every angle in the mirror, inspecting our pores as if anyone cares. The hair just so, even if to appear a mess, the clothes fitting just right, to hide our flaws and accentuate our assets, the makeup applied to make us look fab but not overly made up... God it is all exhausting... Plus, ya gotta apply the mental make up as well, can't show all the imperfections, the sadness inside, the insecurities, the questions the doubts, cuz for real who really wants to know all that right?? Gotta hit the gym to stay trim, gotta eat the right foods, gotta find a way to avoid stress, it causes wrinkles and grey hair. Gotta flirt to score, score to win, win to loose... All in all it all comes back around to, "What the hell is wrong with us??" Me, I want it all, no need to lie. I want the boy with the cute smile that makes me laugh, that kisses great and makes me melt... I don't want to infiltrate his life, I am far to busy with my own. I just want hot sex, and a good friend. I want success and money, lots of it. I don't want to compromise myself for the sake of a paycheck anymore. I want happy children and a schedule chalked full of fun. I want to hold on to that silver lining, and ride it high in the sky. I want good friends and good times. I want it all, what the fuck... But I do not want to ask that question anymore, "What the hell is wrong with me?" Cuz, really at the core of it all, the answer is really quite simple, nothing, nothing at all and sweets if you read this nothing, is wrong with you either....
Monday, January 15, 2007
Suck it...
I ask, I ask and I ask some more... Why the hell do we beat ourselves to a pulp every fucking day that we exist... I had a long talk with a girlfriend yesterday and the question that always seems to surface, is what the fuck is wrong with us... We feel sorry for ourselves when we are single, we stress to all hell when we are in a relationship and we kick our own ass if it ends.. We can't leave the house without checking every angle in the mirror, inspecting our pores as if anyone cares. The hair just so, even if to appear a mess, the clothes fitting just right, to hide our flaws and accentuate our assets, the makeup applied to make us look fab but not overly made up... God it is all exhausting... Plus, ya gotta apply the mental make up as well, can't show all the imperfections, the sadness inside, the insecurities, the questions the doubts, cuz for real who really wants to know all that right?? Gotta hit the gym to stay trim, gotta eat the right foods, gotta find a way to avoid stress, it causes wrinkles and grey hair. Gotta flirt to score, score to win, win to loose... All in all it all comes back around to, "What the hell is wrong with us??" Me, I want it all, no need to lie. I want the boy with the cute smile that makes me laugh, that kisses great and makes me melt... I don't want to infiltrate his life, I am far to busy with my own. I just want hot sex, and a good friend. I want success and money, lots of it. I don't want to compromise myself for the sake of a paycheck anymore. I want happy children and a schedule chalked full of fun. I want to hold on to that silver lining, and ride it high in the sky. I want good friends and good times. I want it all, what the fuck... But I do not want to ask that question anymore, "What the hell is wrong with me?" Cuz, really at the core of it all, the answer is really quite simple, nothing, nothing at all and sweets if you read this nothing, is wrong with you either....
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You are a goddess. With every post, you bare your feelings without fear. If every woman was as bold and determined as you...there'd be catfights everywhere, lol. But seriously, I feel you, babe. Lots of love from one of your fans! xoxo
ya know i just dont even care anymore. i got so sick and tired crying over my weight being an issue with guys and my face not bein pretty enough and my hair not being done perfect enough that i said FUCK YOU to it all. now... im much happier. i even have a man... even if it is a little bit fucked up. its just a matter of not letting society's pictuesque beauty effect your brain.
im not a fucking stepford wife.
So much of you reminds me of myself, as I was and remain. We would have been good party buddies. I don't care about any of that shit anymore, except one thing. I sometimes wish I had a child.
Your last line said it all, Shrooms.
Nothing at all is wrong with you.
You are a sexy goddess.
Well, you sure can write! So, be proud of that. My New Year's resolution -- to stop making resolutions -- has really helped me find a "happy place." I stopped putting pressure on myself to "start _____ tomorrow," and began trying to focus on the present. Anyway, you're beautiful. Know that. :)
I've heard the same kind of stories from some of my friends this month, so you actually need to worry if you really want to be a real crazy person :) ( in other word, you're doing fine ). haha, or you can say everybody's crazy :D if so, then crazy means normal, haha
Angela- shut up! you and I are cut from the same cloth, hence all the catfights- you got just as much gusto baby- gotta unleash it!
Yasamin- hey now, what is wrong with being a stepford wife?? fuck it everything!!! gotta be me, you gotta be you and we rock hardcore sooo fuck it all to hell!!!
Old Lady- awwwww..... coming from you, that is awesome... we would be great buds... lady, you are only a 6 hour drive away, you get those kiddie urges, I will drop mine off for a spell... I guarantee give em an hour that feeling will fade and relief will set in....
Sherry- funny honey, that is exactly how I describe you!! luv you!!
Haley-O - thanks... to my creative team.... you think I come up with this crap on my own??? yeah, I guess I do, no one else would write some of the crap I do...
Reimi- normal me, no way..... no way indeed.... I like teetering on the edge, it has the best views....
So you have to change your expectations.
You are not going to meet someone when you are all Shroomed-up, you probably look to hot and all the nice guys figure you are out of their league. You need to be comfortable and know if you meet someone at half your Shroom-sexiness, and they like you, you know what they are attracted to... the whole package. Sometimes it is better to meet people through friends, or at parties, or even online, so you get to know them instead of being hung up on looks.
Your time will come! 2007 is the year of the Shroom Monkey.
Like the new side of your post!!
We are all beautiful... We don't need artificial stuff to be beautiful... Just be!!! Just smile!! That waht makes a person beautiful to my eyes!!
Nope. Nothing wrong at all.
As you said. It's all media and it's all happening in our heads, pull us back to the floor.
And frankly. That visual carnation here. OMFG (shut up! nothing to complain here!)!!
Speakeasy- Nicely spoken and words I am gonna have to seriously think about.... but I do think you are right, maybe this year is my year...
Jill- true lil one, a smile says a thousand words...
Tumuli- right back at you!! thanks...
Roentgen- you are too smart for me...
Is that picture you?
Speakeasy- what did ya scroll back a bit babes? yes that is me...
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