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Visited a Psychic the other day. She told me to listen to celtic flute music and bead somethings. I would "totally bliss out." Almost everything she said was right on. So I probably won't have another boyfriend until next winter. But this is the year I might make some $$$$$$$$$$$$ Yay!
She had a hard time telling me about the next boyfriend. As she is a psychic, she didn't need to read my livejournal to know that it has been 15 months since my last 1/2decent sex-capade. (That one in March doesn't count: it was one night and I fell asleep and mr. nick had a teeny prick. So I guess I'm waiting for November.) I asked her if this guy that I would meet next winter would stay around for longer than 3 or 4 months. That's the problem that I have. Meeting them is hard enough--keeping them is fucking impossible. I would have a better chance at being Donald Trump's next Apprentice. She was having a lot of trouble with finding a nice way to say that I'm a slut. "You're not attracted to one kind of person...you see, you think you're ready to settle down but you're not: you like a variety of different kinds of people. And you get bored with just one guy. And you push him away." But then why does HE always break up with ME? "He can sense how you feel about him."
I had always thought "you never know what shape or form Mr. Right will come in" so I dated the butcher, the baker, the martini shaker. Cowboys, indians, mexicans, blacks, athletes, slobs, metrosexuals, alleged homosexuals, electricians, nuclear weapon launchers, a handy-man, a hairy man, a fat man, a woman, and at least one from every branch from every branch of the military (except for the Coast Guard), and hopefully soon a certain tattoo artist/body-piercist. I've dated lots of people. I haven't dated lots, but I've dated lots of people. I thought I was being open-minded. Turns out I was just open-legged.
(For the record, I didn't actually sleep with all of them. And some of them overlap. E.G.: a black electrician who is in the army reserves. OK, I made that guy up. But I didn't sleep with that many people. I can't tell you exactly how many because I don't know because I've lost count. Because so many of them DON'T count. For whatever reasons.)
New job started today. And I was rather busy. Hope I have appointments tomorrow. I waxed face and did two facials, so I probably made $60. Gee, That's not very much. As I get about $10/hr at my first job, I make about $80/day. I'm just working so hard with no days off. Just Thursday evenings off thru the holidays.
She had a hard time telling me about the next boyfriend. As she is a psychic, she didn't need to read my livejournal to know that it has been 15 months since my last 1/2decent sex-capade. (That one in March doesn't count: it was one night and I fell asleep and mr. nick had a teeny prick. So I guess I'm waiting for November.) I asked her if this guy that I would meet next winter would stay around for longer than 3 or 4 months. That's the problem that I have. Meeting them is hard enough--keeping them is fucking impossible. I would have a better chance at being Donald Trump's next Apprentice. She was having a lot of trouble with finding a nice way to say that I'm a slut. "You're not attracted to one kind of person...you see, you think you're ready to settle down but you're not: you like a variety of different kinds of people. And you get bored with just one guy. And you push him away." But then why does HE always break up with ME? "He can sense how you feel about him."
I had always thought "you never know what shape or form Mr. Right will come in" so I dated the butcher, the baker, the martini shaker. Cowboys, indians, mexicans, blacks, athletes, slobs, metrosexuals, alleged homosexuals, electricians, nuclear weapon launchers, a handy-man, a hairy man, a fat man, a woman, and at least one from every branch from every branch of the military (except for the Coast Guard), and hopefully soon a certain tattoo artist/body-piercist. I've dated lots of people. I haven't dated lots, but I've dated lots of people. I thought I was being open-minded. Turns out I was just open-legged.
(For the record, I didn't actually sleep with all of them. And some of them overlap. E.G.: a black electrician who is in the army reserves. OK, I made that guy up. But I didn't sleep with that many people. I can't tell you exactly how many because I don't know because I've lost count. Because so many of them DON'T count. For whatever reasons.)
New job started today. And I was rather busy. Hope I have appointments tomorrow. I waxed face and did two facials, so I probably made $60. Gee, That's not very much. As I get about $10/hr at my first job, I make about $80/day. I'm just working so hard with no days off. Just Thursday evenings off thru the holidays.