I don't want to buy anything, sell anything, or process anything.

~Lloyd Dobbler
Say Anything

So my first official week of being unemployed...without the "Man" breathing behind my neck, checking to make sure everything is okay. Well, things are okay. I'm not use to waking up whenever I feel like it, or having lunch at home, or even watching cable television. I applied for several part time jobs and several other jobs. Not sure what I'll end up doing...just as long as it doesn't send me to the dark black pit of corporate work hell.

I just want to give an "I Love You" shout out to all of my friends. They know why...no need to explain.

Let the man hunt begin. So I went on several singles web sites...and all of them pretty much freaked me out. Although, I am the type of gal to pursue a guy...hence the stalking jokes from all of my friends...but to actually read someone's profile and judge them by the pictures they posted...it's just a little too much for me. Maybe if I wrote something like "just want to get laid" I may get a response...maybe a few hundred responses. But whatever happened to butterflies in the stomach, or electricity when you kiss, or the moment of sudden bliss when you're with them? I don't think you can ever convey those emotions through an online dating search. But people do everyday and people somehow find happiness. But there was this one incident that I was distantly a part of.

My old roommate in Florida, Jessie was a crazy woman. At first, you think, oh she's really nice. And then somehow, BAM!! She's psycho. She quit her job, packed up her bags and her baby and left me and Ivy (other roommate) to fend for ourselves while she got married, pregnant (all within a month) and moved to Alabama to be with some weird guy. He was spooky weird too. I met him. I think the best was when Carlotta saw her at Walmart. But then, just recently during my free time, I tried to look her up. She now lives in Ocala, now has 2 children and she still has her last name...WEIRD!!!

Then, I turn to look at my life. Am I weird? Or am I just waiting for a dare to be great situation? Oh well...the point of my story is, don't trust online dating because you could move to Alabama and get spotted my best friend at the local WalMart.