Brain Droppings

Monday, May 22, 2006

The flutter of my heart tells me so


Have you ever given someone that look that says don't leave me, stay and make me feel this way 4ever. I have. I have missed him so much that when i'm with him I won't turn my head for fear of missing him again.
I wonder y u looked at her. Is that what you want? Yes, I know you want me...But is she what your looking at and not me? So I'm looking at you with the look that says don't leave me, stay and make my heart dance with happiness. I can try to be what you see but, that's just not me. At the end of the day it's me...the familiar face, the knotty hair, comfortable clothes, ratty sneaks and the same ole bag that I've had since I learned that I could never leave home without it. That's who i am and that's who i'll be. My ever changing thoughts will never change my heart and how much it loves your tender heart, your brilliant mind and the gentle soul that not many get to see.
I know you looked at her but it's me that you see. The flutter of my heart tells me so when you look at me in that way that says don't leave me, stay and make me feel this way 4ever.

A Lifetime of Servitude


<----This is what the rest of my life will consist of if i continue to think like most of the female population over 7. They have influenced me so much that i have broken down and purchased the "highly recommended" MAC MAKEUP!
Ok, obviously EVERYONE that wears makeup is not obsessed with being ultra feminine or looking like a $2 hooker. But life as i know it is over or shall i say the natural look is over for me. Several months ago my face broke out. I had a cluster of pimples on my forehead which decided to travel like the nomads to other parts of my face. I didn't know what to do. I never had this problem before! I washed with all types of soaps, used topical acne ointments with sylic acid (sounds like it would eat my face off) and benzoyl peroxide, drank so much water i thought i was going to evaporate and finally gave in and went to a dermatologist. Aside from stress he said my work enviroment was contributing to the problem big time. As if i needed anymore fuel to add the fire when it came to work. So now i'm washing my face with some tingly soap that makes me giggle three times a day.
My whole life i've been au natural. I didn't know how to apply makeup nor did i have any desire to learn but, i started to consider it. I hated looking like a pre-teen going through puberty and although the makeup wouldn't hide the bumps it would definitely hide the scars. My close friends started to get on me about how i was almost 30 and didn't wear any makeup. I thought i looked ok even with the blemishes. It was almost like a chant everytime i saw them...You know your not a little girl anymore. (no duh fuckers) All i could do was roll my eyes and wonder why they were so eager for me to be "grown up". Personally i started to feel insecure of my already damaged face and felt like they were being a huge pain in my ass.
Anyway they broke me. For mothers day two of my friends and I went to macys and made me look different. It wasn't half bad. I purchased a concealer and press powder but when they started throwing eye shadow, mascara, eye pencils and they ever important lash curler i drew the line. I couldn't take it anymore!
We left and tried out my new face at a job interview the next day. I HATED IT. I felt like i couldn't even blink. Then i got to work...the asses. Comments ranged from u look great to your glowing (wasn 't really sure about that one). I felt like a disturbed plankton. Anyway i've run out of time. Till next time...

Thursday, May 18, 2006

My First Love

Ok, so this is my first time blogging here. It's not like I've never done this b/4 but starting anew is a little nerve racking.

I am an avid complainer and I'm not ashamed to say so. I LOVE it, especially when I have company. As the saying goes, misery loves company! I'm not miserable any more but I still love to complain. It's the best topic of conversation... For instance, here's an opening to a conversation. "Hey, I haven't seen you in a min., How have you been? Ahhh, you know how it is,, just trying to survive" Although most of us are trying to survive only a true complainer would say something to someone they haven't seen in a while. I guess in that aspect I'm not a true complainer. I guard my complaints with my life but if you know me, boy I feel sorry for you. U're in for a marathon.

I know this guy and he always says to me "why complain if you're not going to do anything about it?" The answer is simple BECAUSE I LOVE IT!