How Sickly Sinister Sweetheart.

I have been feeling quite feisty lately, I blame the weather. I am back to some level of happy and creating and singing again. I have been making things like crazy for my co workers and really need to take advantage of this spark and start putting stuff together for etsy...

I also need to turn on the fan, take off my work clothes, lay in the sun and daydream. I will do the etsy stuff later.

<3

PS. any one interested in some jewelry, let me know

Brown Eyes, I Would Follow You Anywhere

So I have come to the conclusion that the more I react to something the more reasonable the conclusion tends to be, and the hotter my flesh goes, and the more knots my stomach is in , the less there is even need for it. *Sigh* Oh to live the life of a girl, don't believe what they say, it is shit.

So todays story is going to be about lack of decisiveness. Have you ever noticed the whole "I dunno, what do you wanna do" circle and how absolutely painful it is? It is either spawned by neither person wanting to tell the other what they really want to do (IE: jump ones bones, leave, something really creepy, etc. ) or no one really wanting to do anything.

Regardless, people need to learn some creativity. Take up coffee and hiking and gtfo.

Don't Flatter Yourself, Or Why 'When Harry Met Sally' Is Making More Sense

So I work a lot, this is just how I need to be right now, but I am an immensely social person. I am constantly wanting to be around friends and out and about doing things, and working at 4:30 in the morning during the weekends, well that will kill anyones social life who isn't friends with a bunch of unemployed raging alcoholics. So being that I like my raging alcoholics to be employed I try to branch out and make friends with people who do the same sort of things as me and well.. either they are girls and have lives and boyfriends and excersize routines, or they are guys and automatically assume that since I want to hang out I want to have sex with them.
That is not the case, but does being back into question, can men and women be just friends? I have always wanted to believe that yes, I can be just friends with anyone and all people are wonderful kind sane understanding rational beings. Since then I have become a little more sane myself and realized that no, people are far from sane. At my current age in life I am fairly certain that unless you have been friends with this person all your life and find them sufficiently "icky" your immediate reaction (given that they are not completely repulsive) to meeting someone brand new of the opposite sex is "I wonder if I could get away with making out with them."
I don't know if it is because this is the age where half our friends are getting married and having babies, or because we are still running off the college adrenaline and want to screw everything. And by that I totally mean that we are at the peak of our animalistic fertility and have a longing desire to produce offspring. (ignore the college boning.)Something here has got to give though, either I just cant have friends that are guys until they forget I have breasts or I just need to continue to ignore their constant come ons or ridiculous insecurities due to them thinking I am the one trying to screw them.
So please boys and girls, do yourselves a favor. Don't flatter yourself, make friends first, and maybe you WILL find something and it wont be some superficial one night stand.