Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Men give me headaches

I wish I could understand the thought process of a man. Better yet, I wish I could understand my own thought process. For now, I just want to say fuck all men. No, not literally.. but just screw them all.. None of the men that I know at this point in my life will I end up married to, right? Lord, I would probably be stupid enough to marry 1 or 2 of them. What the hell is my problem? It is so frustrating. I am staying away from them. Men are evil. I won't worry about rleationships till Im in my 30's. For now, I am 25, pretty, and have some things going for me. Men equals headaches. I am bitter, so what?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Weeds to blow

Today I was doing yard work with my roomate. Towards the end of the slave driving session, I picked up one of those pretty white balls of weed. You know which one I am talking about right? They aren't very pretty honestly, but if you blow on them the little white furries go every where. I am not sure what they are called, but I know that my roomate was a little upset when I started blowing on them. I tend to forget the more important facts of life. For example, those white furries that I find to be so beautiful are seeds. These seeds go every where, when an idiot like myself (or the wind) blows on them. Ooops. Sorry Sarah for potentially spreading weeds all over your yard. For the record she was not too mad, she is a very good sport and like most people in my life is pretty forgiving of Charlotte stupidity. I couldn't help but think that those little white furries could also reflect on my problems. There are thousand white furries in the yard now, and each represents a different problem. I seem to be good at spreading my problems, especially with relationships. These flurries, my problems, can only be made a bigger of a problem with my help. See what I am doing here? Im being deep damn it. By blowing on that weed, I am spreading problems in the future. What can I learn from this? That I shouldn't fan the flames. Some how those little white furries translate in Charlotte mind as the following examples: 1. drunk texting a boyfriend, 2. not saving money, etc. Shit. In a few months, when Sarah is spreading weed killer all over her front yard, I hope that I will have found a "weed killer" to my problems. Over all, today I would like to stop fanning the flame. I hope by trying to sound smart, I haven't confused you. Jesus. I need a shit load of weed killer for my life, but for now Ill just stop blowing on the weeds.