Girls: don’t be sluts; let your clothes cover your body and keep your legs crossed! Improve your appearance: take off 50% of the make-up you now wear. Stop saying “like”. Think of what you’re about to say before you say it. Establish a very high price on yourselves: your body, your good name, your reputation for your work ethic, your personal dignity! Get very, very well - educated and get financially independent so you can always walk away from a bad relationship. Save your money; invest wisely. Keep all your property in your name alone. If you do not get your relationship on your own terms, in writing, walk away!

Boys: Respect women. Speak quietly and politely. Do some housework. Keep your pants zipped up and your hands in your pocket. Study well and get a good paying job so you can return to your original role as the primary earner so that your wife can stay home and your children will be properly cared for at home. Don’t expect women to financially support you.

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The thing about living at home again is that it is just like living at home again. Some part of me actually thought life would be somewhat different, but I was sadly mistaken.

Well ok . . . no, that's not entirely true - I did take great comfort in knowing that life wasn't that different at home. The smells and sounds of home . . . I was happy to be back somewhere 'safe'. Somewhere I know whose living down the hall and the sounds of the pipes don't sound like someone creeping around your living room.

Nevertheless I miss my apartment terribly. So what if I didn't have any furniture and the frig was psychotic and my landlord was always on my case about my parking. I had a forest for a garden and two balconies to enjoy it from. I had a library across the street!

I digress what I was meaning to complain about was my little sister, who is not so little anymore. She's a 15 year old introverted yoga loving I-Can't-Take-My-Ipod-Out-Of-My-Ears teenager that can't walk 3 fucking blocks home from her dance class. Wasn't I taking the bus at11 years old? I guess I shouldn't complain though. I live rent free, I drive a new car and I'm not working! heeheehee

Ok - I'm sorry. I have no reason to complain. Bad joi Bad!

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You're right Ranorchan. We should all blog more. It is nice to stay up to date with the happenings of those we love. However wouldn't this kind of information best be communicated orally? Be it by phone or over a cup of java? I do miss my hs friends which I didn't realize as much when I was working all the god damn time. I find myself with a lot of time on my hands nowadays. Infact in addition to actually doing well in all my classes I have time to read leisure books and zone out in front of my little television. I'm going to the gym 'regularly' again! I haven't spent this much time on me in two years. It feels great. Even my relationship with my mom is healing.

Of course I still feel like something is wrong or missing.




I'm off schedule.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Three cans of silly string, two redheads from Ohio, and one bottle of Jack; a Great New Year's make.

I rang in the new year in SF again. In fact, I was in almost the exact same spot I was in 2 years ago. I love smilie face fireworks. I don't love drunk girls vomitting.



The Highlight of my evening: SF punk ass vs SF MUNI bus driver
Bus Driver: If you're not behind the yellow line you have to get off the bus.
Voices trying to get on: Can you guys move down?
Voices already on: NO- There's no more room
Bus Driver: If I can't close the door, I can't drive the bus. You'll have to get off the bus.
PunkAss: No Way Man- I'm on this bus
Bus Driver: Get off the bus punk
Punk Ass: Man- why . . .
Bus Driver: Because you're stupid- NOW GET OFF MY BUS!!!
Voices on Bus: GET OFF THE BUS!!!
Punk Ass: F*ck yall



Thank you to the SFPD for being on top of your shit. You guys rocked!



Question of the moment: How long do you wait for something (someone) to come back to you?

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One Feeling:

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

And She will be loved
And She will be loved

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

She will be loved (repeated)

Please don't try so hard to say good bye.





Opposite feeling:

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

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It's been a year since our first kiss. I'd never kissed a boy with a mustache before.




I like the way you taste.




I miss that taste.




I miss you.








Always,

Joie

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