Ramblings

I am working late tonight. And with that being said you may say, if you are having to work late tonight, then why in the hell are you writing a blog on myspace?? Hmmm, I wonder the same shit. I wish I could dream this day away. Work won't let me dream, stupid fuckers. I can't do both at once. Either dream, or work, work or dream. God I hate work but work chooses for me. Work pays me, dreaming doesn't pay. And I have bills to pay, ya know?1

I bought a cappuccino on my way to work this morning. French Vanilla. It was nice. I even asked the store clerk to let me see her hand. She gave me a strange look and said no. Why can't we just be nice to each other huh?? I just wanted to see her hand. It's not like I wanted to see her ass or anything ya know. I woulda let her see my hand if she wanted to. Stupid bitch. 2

Ya know, I've never believed in this thing called "soul mates". I've always believed {from life experience I guess} that anybody is compatiable with you, some better than others, but that you have to learn how to communicate your needs and wants to make it work. I've never believed that there was anybody out there that automatically knew just what you wanted when you wanted it and how you wanted it, ya know? I don't think I believe this anymore. Maybe that one person that knows me without knowing me {does that make sense?} is out there.3

I don't know. I just know that everyone I've ever met I either connect with on a mental level, emotional level, or a physical level. Most of the time it's one level I connect on with a person, every now and then it's two levels. NEVER ALL THREE LEVELS. Until Saturday. The best part is it wasn't forced. It wasn't rehersed. It was natural. Perfect if there is such. 4

Am I talking too much? Well technically I'm not talking at all, but am I writing too much?? Err, typing I mean? I don't know, it's just there's all these damn things that keep re-playing over and over again in my head and I DON"T KNOW HOW TO STOP IT. I've gotten NO work done today. NONE. I can't keep my mind from falling into the clouds. It's not my fault. No, it never is. 5

So knowing that what is "too good to be true" normally is, I'm paranoid. But then again in a little way, I want to ignore ALL reality and just go with it all, enjoying the flow until it brings me to where ever it is that I'm suppose to be. 6

In every womans mind there is a picture of the man of her dreams that she compares every man she comes in contact with to. It's not a physcal "picture" but more like an idea containing tiny characteristics and traits that he would have, fitting like a puzzle piece into my own personality, to create one big magnificant complete puzzle. I think just maybe I've finally put a face to the "picture". Scary thought huh........7

And this my friends is why I haven't worked today.8