feet

i just found out that the guy i like actually reads my myspace blog. which means i can't write about him there.
seriously, this is a first. nobody is interested in my writing.

so, i'm finding out by hanging out with him that he likes feet. he keeps touching my feet. and i'm fighting the urge to barf.

feet are the grossest body part that a person owns. they're disgusting, sometimes they smell bad, and they're UGLY!

the first time i hung out with him, he actually took off my shoes and socks to rub them. this morning when he was about to leave for work, he sat down next to me and started rubbing them again. aaahhh!! i don't like feet. i like him, but not touching my feet!!

i'm sorry

but i'm changing this blog

it's no longer going to be what it was originally intended for.

it may not be used at all.

but it may be my new stomping grounds if i can break away from the space.

the space bores me. but i'm hopelessly addicted to it anyway.

sometimes

sometimes i don't like the fact that certain people read my usual blog... we've all (and by that, i mean the people who actually come here) realized that i don't use this blog much, mainly because i use my myspace blog way more often.

but certain people read that blog and then get upset about certain topics. i've been going through a very lonely stage in my life. and the problem isn't that i can't get a guy, it's that the guy i want is complicated. the way i want things to be is hard for me to get. i'm just very frustrated.

and this becomes an issue to the people that do want to date me, but aren't the ones i want to be with.

My Family

I love when I get inspiration from other people's blogs... and that's how it usually happens...

My father's birthday was just over a week ago. He turned the big 5-0. And officially my father is an old man. But besides that, my family has come to realize that if you get more than 2 of us together (and sometimes when there are only 2) every conversation resorts back to bodily functions. Mainly those of your bum.

My uncle flew in from VA for my father's birthday. My aunt and uncle came over to my grandma's house. My 2nd cousin (my pop's cousin) dropped in. Then us 4 kids. Let me tell you, we ended up talking about my aunt's lack of being able to shit and her husband (and children's) problem of not being able to hold it in. *mind you this is a common topic because it is probably the most hilarious of them all.

I have a large family. My father comes from a family of 6 children, each with a spouse and at least 2 children. My aunt Amy (and my twin so i'm told) just got married for the 2nd time. At her engagement party, topic of conversation?? You've got it, farting and shitting. At this point in my life I was in a pretty serious relationship and didn't like to express that I even was capable of these horrid things, so to talk about them with my family and HIM standing right there, was mortifying to me.

If you ever need a night of side-splitting laughter about funny noises, shapes, or textures that come out of your ass... Come to a family function with the Dwyers, we're good for something!!

This will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

I read a lot of blogs and I'm still getting the hang of it. but we'll cross our fingers and hope for the best.

Either that or no one will read this and I'll just be talking to myself. I'm cool with both scenarios since this is mainly for me. And we're hoping it's a drama free zone.

Peace my lovelies.