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I am a beautiful woman.
I am intelligent, creative, witty.
Clever, deeply thoughtful, giving,
Caring, nurturing.
Amusing, insightful,
Wonderful company.
A great cook
An exciting and skillful lover.
Affectionate, devoted, loyal.
Flexible, broad-minded, accepting,
An asset in any situation.
I blend well with any crowd
I can converse knowledgeably
On a wide range of subjects
With an even wider range of people.
Any man who could win the heart
Of such a gem
Must surely be a prince among his peers.
Conversely,
What type of man
Would discount such a treasure?

Randomosity

I have deleted two different entries here, and started again again. I am eating out of boredom and loneliness. I haven't had anything to eat since 3 p.m. It is now 7:30 p.m., I'm here alone at the house, Scarlett will be home around eight. I'm not hungry, but I know my body needs fuel, and thus I've been standing in the kitchen, with alternately the refrigerator and then the freezer door open. I want something hot and comforting. Like Brussels Sprouts. But I'm lazy. So I grab bread and butter instead. Doesn't help. Still want the sprouts. I am going to go fix said sprouts. And something else. Why can't I just leave well enough alone?? Why can't I savor that empty feeling in my stomach and know I'm doing something for my own good?

In addition, because softfirelight  's inquiring mind wanted to know, and because it ended up being an interesting tidbit - "what in the world did you fire an AK 47 at and did you hit your target?"

It was New Years Eve several years before Scarlett was born. I was in an upscale suburban neighborhood, at a friend-of-a-friend's house, and we were all drinking. The man who lived in the house said "Hey, I have an AK-47. Wanna shoot it?" and Sean, whom I was with, said "Yep!" Typical Black Irish bastard. After shooting it, he came and fetched me and dragged me out on the back porch, whereupon I was handed said gun, and shown how to shoulder it. Shouldered it, fired it, and a limb fell off a tree. I said "Cool." And went back inside to lie on the floor.

Yea, and verily.

Epiphany

When you realize that you have something of a life, after all your whining and pouting because you didn't have one, and couldn't get one, and thus all you can think of to complain about is the fact that you're eating out of boredom, then perhaps it's time for some self-congratulation.

He's just a guy. Special to me, but even that only warrants a certain amount of special treatment. If I see him, cool, and if I don't see him, *shrug*, I might do something else, or see him some other time. Or see somebody else somewhere somehow.

Where are the "I don't give a shit" pills? I need to renew this prescription. It feels good.