I follow astrology and use it as a guide only, astrology requires so much knowledge and a sun sign tells a basic about a person. Their rising sign is actually more important and their moon sign tells how they are emotionally. I have Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius rising and pisces moon, this is just a lovely mix of confusion for most people.
People have a difficult time understanding me until they get to know me, which takes a very long time. The few friends I hold dear have been around like forever and they understand me. I think like a man have the emotions of a vagina and sexual desires of a nympho, sexual activity is in the negative and has been for years, my lover is my hand and I do lover her, lol.
I am just letting my joke of a personal life just do it’s own thing because it does anyway and that is that. I have been trying to control a situation I have no control over and not being able to have my share of control makes me fight even harder. It’s stupid and wasted energy and the story goes like this….
He knows how I feel or does he? I love him, not in love with him because that takes like a face to face a few times and then if he is a lousy lay well hell there goes the relationship. I have to look at this logically and if he wanted to be with me he would, he doesn’t and he isn’t so there you have it.
Thanx dad for sitting in on this one- I do not want to get married in the legal sense and I frankly do not want to give up my freedom, it’s not like I have a life anyway. I don’t want anyone dealing with my son’s situation because no one can and it is best not to let any man meet Ryan for the next year at best.
My daughter called me tonight and she was telling me I need to get a life, a man, have fun and she even told me to get laid, lol now that’s my Shelby girl. I used to call her BooBoo and still do and I call her Shelby girl because when my southern grandmother got mad at me she would always say ” listen girl” lol.
She is right and I figure fate will do it’s thing again and “C” was kind of a different way to enter the dating scene again. Haven’t heard from him but Mr. Hockey keeps calling but that boy is just to young for me, I just cannot do anyone under 40 no matter how sweet his little ass looks and o ya I would like to sample it but then I would feel like a child molester.
He is fun but he is young and acts young and I do not feel like being a teacher to him. We went out to dinner at the restaurant of my choice of course and he didnt know what the tongs were for when they brought the escargot. I showed him but roflmao he didn’t fair so well.
He was like in a movie, holding the shell and digging it with the fork and it flings across the restaurant, I died laughing and couldn’t stop, he got pissed, lol. He didn’t know what veal was or what chic peas were, definitely not a foodie and he had the most annoying habit of holding his fork like a shovel and shoveling it in like it was his last meal.
I am a huge foodie and love food but can’t eat much and the restaurant I took him to their was homemade hot bread, soup, salad and the meal, hell I stop after the salad and limit the bread, my dinner comes and I take a bite and then it goes home but not with him, he asked me if I was going to finish and I said I was and he asked if he could have my dinner, so I gave it to him.
He didn’t even know he was eating veal picante and asked me what it was after he was done and I told him. He turned green, actually he got nauseated by my description of how veal is processed. Not my kind of guy but he was a grin and no I am not going to be his milf and he can move on to.
So there you have it in a nutshell the life and times of a psycho wench and it doesn’t get better than this and the hits keep on coming. The next two years are going to be growing years for me and major positive changes are finally going to come to me. I feel like a catipilar going through a metamorphisis.