i'm a keeper.

Did I mention...

I like you... but not really... but kinda... but I don't. Seriously...

Oh, the awkwardness of it all. Alright fine… I probably liked him more than I’ve been willing to admit… and as a result, the truth is, my pride’s a little wounded. I guess that’s what happens when you expose your vulnerability to someone. Meh. Hey, you live and you learn.

I know he definitely isn’t the right one for me, but I guess, being the relationship-y kinda girl I am, I just miss having a boyfriend sometimes. That’s right I said it! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gonna let it get in the way of living my life or anything, I’m young and having fun being single, but I’m human… I crave a little (or a lottle) affection from time to time… I’m not afraid to admit I can be a little mushy… doesn’t mean I’m incapable of being assertive, or even bitchy when circumstances call for it. There’s nothing wrong with having a little dimension.

Anyway, so  yeah I liked him. Are you satisfied now? I was a little butthurt, but I’m over it now. I haven’t faced rejection in awhile to be honest. (Not being conceited) I was just getting SO tired and bored of sifting through the douchebaggery that so badly plagues southern california, and then I found someone who actually kinda caught my interest for once, and it didn’t work. Gah.

I’ll probably read back on this later and laugh at how I’m fussing over something that in fact would prove to be just a small stepping stone toward that big winner. I can’t help it though, to be perfectly honest I’m a little lonely right now.

What’s today? …the 25th now? Oh yeah, I’m totally PMSing. No wonder I’m being so emo and hormonal. Fuck this shit, I’m going to sleep!

Jamba Juice Seductress

vinh:

There’s a Jamba Juice adjacent to my venue that I pay daily morning visits to before I come into work. Lately, there’s been this girl who works there who gives me the stare. It’s a stare that is a blend of the, “Hey, I think you’re attractive. Want to share a cake or something?” look, and “I have warrants out in three states for assaulting dudes who done me wrong.”

On Monday, she served guests who placed their order after I did just so she could have precious seconds alone with me. Her plan was flawed, because I grabbed my drink, said a quick thanks, and bolted out of the store. I ordered the original size, which is 24 ounces, but her lust for me earned a free upgrade to the powerful 30 ounce cup. Really? You’re going to try to impress me with an additional six ounces of fruity beverage? Now had she worked at the Lego store…

 hey man, dont hate on the upgrade. she’s just trying to do what she can to subtly tell you she wants your banana. teehee. is she cute?

For a friend who hates their dark side:

riotrepublic:

You were not born a butterfly or a daisy. You were born at the top of the food chain, and innocence isn’t an option.

You don’t get to be perfect. You don’t get to be pure. You don’t get to live in a world where everything you do is righteous and respectable. That’s not this world, and maybe not even the next.

But along with your opposable thumbs you were given the ability to reason. You were granted the capacity to see into the pool of human experience and, from the very tip of your finger, drop a bit of yourself into that place where darkness reigns.

So, what are you then? Are you merely an insignificant drop in the human experience? Or does everything you do carry such weight that you cannot step carelessly, even for a day?

Are you part of that great spiral of good and evil, black and white, stars and darkness?

Yes.

And to really live in this world, you have to get right with the wrong things you do. They are only a part of the whole. They are the reason you do good. They are the mirror for your righteousness.

Be bad sometimes, baby. And then be really good. And then, just be.

And when everything settles and you think that all is lost in darkness, your beauty, having reached the farthest shore, will come rippling back to you.

I'm already annoyed that I have to go to work in the rain tomorrow.

frangry:

I fucking hate rain. Hate it.

When I was in college I used to skip class if it was raining, and everyone knew I wouldn’t be there. The students and the teachers. The best part is nobody really cared. They all kind of thought it was funny.

Fuck. Rain. Commute. Tomorrow.

 You know, in San Diego… it never rains. It rains maybe a total of 2 weeks out of the year. Probably more, but it’s still always ridiculously beautiful here. Let’s just say I woke up to Blue skies and 80 degree weather on Christmas Eve. I mean srsly, where else?

Spray-On Condom

frangry:

While most technologies advanced by leaps and bounds in recent decades, condom design has been relatively static for the last century or so. One visionary German scientist is working to change that. Jan Vinzenz Krause has spent recent years trying to make the world’s most common prophylactic available in spray-on form. The technology’s draw, according to Krause (pictured), is that conventional condoms often don’t fit penises of varying sizes (also pictured, sort of).

Unlike its depiction in popular media, it’s not a generic spray can that men haphazardly shoot towards their crotch. In reality, it works like a miniature car wash, employing a penis chamber lined with jets that distribute liquid latex. The entire process takes 10 seconds, with another 20 to 25 required for drying. But couples who don’t want to miss a second of “Two and a Half Men” will be happy to hear that the inventor is hard at work decreasing that time to 10 seconds.

Although Krause planned to release his product this year, he hit roadblocks earlier this month with the patent. Since condoms are considered medical products, the approval methods are far more rigorous. So it’s possible that Krause’s prototype will never see mass production, and the world will be denied what he expected to be “a revolution in the condom market.”

via Cool Hunting

You're not sorry!

playnice:

Why, in God’s name, should you be sorry?  For being assertive?  For knowing what you deserve?  Fuck that noise.  You’ve accomplished things that others haven’t.  You’ve used your resources to make considerable progress.  When you’re actually bad, then you can make amends, but don’t apologize for the things you should be proud of.  Trust me, you’re not sorry; you’re a badass. 

Today remind yourself:  I’m not sorry!