Saturday, February 5, 2011
So, I'm looking. Not desperatly seeking, or crazily, but just looking . . . and to Mr. Whomever You Will Be, I just want you to know, I'm just me . . .
I can’t compete with the sexy young thing,
Strutting across the dance floor, showing is bling.
He’s hot, he’s a dream,
He haunts all the men’s memories.
I’m a bit shy, stand off by the side.
I don’t like everyone to know me, sometimes I hide.
But with you my hips begin to move
And the beat infects me, I start to groove.
I don’t know what will be,
I only know I’m not him, I’m just me.
I can’t outshine the drag queen on stage,
Swinging her hips, acting half her age.
She’s sassy, she’s crass,
She lets you slap her ass.
I move slowly, even though I want to go fast.
Take every step deliberately, I want it to last.
I’ll admit, deep within, a closet freak resides,
I just don’t know how to unleash it from inside.
My desires are welling, my heart is free,
I can only say I’m not her, I’m just me.
I can’t eclipse the furry bear
Flexing his muscles, wearing his leather.
He’s manly, he’s strong,
His desire burns hard and long.
I am a work in progress, it takes time.
I struggle at times to keep my eye on the prize.
I will try to fulfill your fantasies, your desires,
I can only promise to try to keep ablaze the fire.
My love burns strong, could that make you happy?
I promise you I’m not any of them, I’m just me.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
So, the basics first. I'm in front of my computer listening to just about the best Gaga song EVER . . . (Bad Romance in case you were curious) in my sweats. Ragan is sleeping next to my chair, Wilson is in the bedroom on my bed, and I have no idea where Kahlua is hiding, probably in Ragan's kennel, her new favorite spot.
Ever wonder if someone thinks the same thing about you that you do about them? I'll just start off with being single sucks. Well, not sucks, but is very frustrating. I know relationships are hard work, and I by no mean imply that life is soooo much better with one, I just know that I want one. So, someone has caught my eye (true story!). And as anything that happens in my life, it's complicated. I never think that someone looks at me that way, and well, I wish I knew if he did. Would make things soooooooo much easier. Kinda like Gaga says . . . I don't wanna be friends! I mean I do, but I don't . . . Somehow I always end up in the dreaded "friend zone" . . . And I'm always scared that I'm misreading the situation.
A bit down about the whole grad school thing. I basically am getting turned down by two of my schools. I'm on the dreaded "back up" list . . . Texas Tech and UNT both have already contacted applicants to come down for an interview day, and well . . . I didn't get an invite. A bit bummed out by that but like one of my professors said, I know I can continue on for my Master's where I'm at. Not that I don't love Washburn, but I really, really want to get a PhD . . . so I might be going through all this again next year . . . ugh!
I'm really excited about presenting the results of my research this Spring. I'm doing it three times . . . once at a University level, once at a multi-state level, and finally at a whole Midwest level. It's kind of exciting!!! We'll see how all that goes . . . but I'm excited for the experience!!! Sooner or later I'll finish up my research paper and potentially even work on getting it published.
I wonder why I pay for cable tv . . . I NEVER WATCH IT anymore. I love me some cable internet, but I never watch any shows on tv . . . I just don't get myself sometimes . . . I need to cowboy up and take the cable box back and say that I just want internet -- nuttin' else. Sooner or later I guess I will . . .
I'm craving some Oreos & milk hard core right now . . . good thing I have neither in my house!!