High School Was Crap

Back in high school, there was a group of girls who, you just knew, would grow up to be the biggest sluts and spread their legs for anything that would give them a slightest hint of attention.
Now, looking through Facebook, Im glad to know I was right. That it wasn't just jealousy, or desire to be popular, or other delusions of a sixteen year old me. I am not even "friends" with some of these girls so I can't view their entire profiles, but even in their profile pictures they already look.... used up. Used up at twenty two? Hell, I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. By 25, those of them who many some balding rich dudes will already have gotten lypo, facelift, boob jobs and several microdermabrasions. Good luck staying sexy, ladies, cause when those boobs reach your knees by the time you turn thirty, even the best plastic surgeon in 90210 won't be able to help any more.

Jiggle it.

-Jess

The Perfect Man

Yup.
I found him.

Too bad I've never really met him in person and he's got a girl. Let's just say that this boy goes to the same college I graduated from and he's the ultimate eye candy. Not only that, but he's got all of the same interests I've got - including movies, books, political views, interests (he's a fine arts major! and he loves poetry, yet he's not a wussy OR gay!)... you name it, he's got it. He's just a sexy, sexy beast and this kinda dude makes me wanna settle down and drop my game for good. He's got THE total package.

But alas, he's unavailable. Maybe one day I'll meet a perfect man of my own.

Until then, I have to say this to myself, "Play on, playa, play on."

-Jess

Joanna's First Post of The Year (A.K.A. I'm not dead!)

Ok – so it’s been a long time! But here’s the scoop! Mr. Anonymous and I are doing pretty well. We’re not going out but we go on dates and have fun, so to say – so I’m not complaining there. I made a vow when things got bad that the first of each month I would re-evaluate our situation and decide if it was worth it. I swore I would always give it till the first, and I have, for 2 months now. And as of January first, things are going swimmingly! He has a new job, he’s very happy and I am fine with how things stand.

Only problem is I’ve been sick for a few weeks now. It really stinks because I can’t go out and have any fun and I’m always exhausted by 10 pm. But I’m always “bored”. I need stimulation and TV and books and computers don’t do it for me. I need people around – lots of people. Especially someone special! I could spend hours cuddling, with anyone really! But alas! Today, I am sick and alone with nothing but the TV and some text messages from my girls.

So onto the worst possible thing ever! Mr. Miserable is trying to squeeze his miserable little way back into my life! AHHHHH!!! He keeps calling me and texting me under the guise of “chit-chatting”. But COME ON! A text message at 6:30 am?!?! That is wholly inappropriate! If we were still boyfriend and girlfriend the way we were this summer, fine! But we’re not! I wouldn’t even want that from Mr. Anonymous, so why would I want that from him? Ugh! He gets under my skin.

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And every time I talk to him or see that he’s tried to talk to me I feel so worthless again. Like as if I’m still with him, still being told that I’m not good enough – I’ll never get anyone else. Well, that’s not true! I already have someone else! He may not be my boyfriend, but he holds my hand sometimes, and he’d help me out if I was in a jam. And he never, never, never tells me to shut up, or that I’m uninteresting, or stupid, or that Pam Anderson is hotter than me. (And yes, maybe she is, but for God’s sake! Don’t tell me!).

And that’s all for now. I’ll be updating more often, now that we’re in the new year and things should start getting more awesome!

Until next time!

Good luck with those resolutions!

~Joanna

P.S. ~ I’m working on fully quitting smoking! So far I haven’t had any since New Years Eve! Wish me luck!!

When Drunk...

...There is this acquaintance of mine, and his name is Chance. Sometimes when I get drunk, I call him Choice, instead. Sometimes to his face. I need to stop that.

More to come,

-Jess