I never met someone as big as a douchebag as you. You live in a yellow cardboard box shaped house in the middle of nowhere. You go to the bar alone or with co-workers to join the rest of the townies in your area. When we first met you lied about your age. I thought you were four years older than me but you were actually eight. I figured that out when I saw your drivers license on your dresser. You said you lied your age when you were younger to get land and other benefits. You got older and lied so you can get dates with younger women because you had no intention to settle down. Of course, you lied and say you did. You broke up with me a couple of times because you wanted a ‘housewife’ and it wasn’t me. The entire time you were fucking other people and on other dating websites. You used that as excuse to go about your business. I returned the favor and joined other websites. I downgraded you as a fuck buddy as well. I found someone else and forgot about you. Or so, I thought. I miss the fun we had together, no one else was a big douchebag as you. You broke up with me the last time because I spilled your beer and didn’t clean it up. If you’re in the area and happen to see me walking on the street, don’t pull over and ask me what’s up or if I want to see you later like you have once. I mean, I said I loved someone else. Why would it be any different?
I used to send
nude pictures to a boy
in high school
who lived in another country
he never shared them
because he ‘loved me’ though
we only met once
they said I was beautiful and rejected me
I sent the same ones
to a popular nude model agency
they wanted me to masturbate live
on camera and my nickname was
I did nothing but zoom the camera in my face
I sent nude photos
to a fling or ex that left or cheated on me
one ex saved them all and took photos
and videos of me in bed
without my knowledge or consent
his friends or random people on the internet
could have seen it
but I don’t care
they don’t know if it’s me
they don’t know the story
I sent nude photos
to my boyfriend
he did nothing
but keep it to himself
I have too many issues and I can’t commit my life away to someone.
No one was asking you too. You’re at the point you settle down.
Like what? Get married and have kids?
Yes. Isn’t that what you want?
No. The idea of marriage and kids repulse me.
Why? Love is a beautiful thing.
It’s disgusting, confusing, and scary.
It can create wonderful things.
So can Mother Nature.
You love him?
Yes but I can’t commit to him.
You can if you want too, you choose not too.
It’s not that simple. You need to be physically, emotionally, and mentally in place for that to happen. I lack the assets, am bored and indifferent, and know that’s because I am who I am and can’t change.
You could if you wanted too.
No. I don’t think you understand. You don’t know me, he doesn’t know me. When I get bored and feel nothing, I tend to wander off. When I wander off I explore and find something I like. I take it, know the consequences of it and don’t care — life is too short. I would hate to miss out on something because one douchebag held me back from living my life.
What if you loved the douchebag and he did it for your own good?
He doesn’t have the capacity to think about what’s good for me, only what’s good for him. I have the capacity but don’t use it on him.
You’re intentionally bad?
I just know what I want, want what I want, and don’t care.
Are you a cheat?
Once a cheat, always a cheat. Be my friend by all means, nothing more. We can hookup but we can’t date. It doesn’t matter how good you are in bed, how hot you are, what you do, if you’re funny, etc. It matters how fast you run.
When did this start?
A few Decembers ago, I “travelled” to a cardboard box shaped house I have known.
You loved him?
No, we had a lot of fun though. He cheated on me. I found him on numerous dating websites.
you’ve a job
I can’t be with you
I’m older and more arrogant
I don’t know how much experience
you have but I think I have more
I have a list of things I’ve done
and know what I’m capable of
I will use you like I’ve used the rest
keep you as an option in case
it doesn’t work with someone else
hook up with you once or a couple of times
kick you to the curb and get back with someone else
Nothing you say or do will
I don’t care about you
I don’t even care about myself
there’s only a few people I care about enough
to make some sort of an effort not to resort back to old self
some old teachers remind me
I’m only human
First attempt at community college
It was a local school kids like me went to because they believed what their guidance counselor said, “You’re too stupid to go to a four year school.”
#1 My first year, my professor made me read my paper on my anorexia to the class. The room was silent and intense.
#2 I drove a red Buick I paid $500 for.
#3 Not doing my work or studying, academic probation.
#4 Sent my professor a nasty email claiming that he talks to us like we are high schoolers (yeah he failed me but mainly because I didn’t do my work).
#5 Took Abnormal Psychology and began to see everyone around me as lunatics.
#6 Academic probation.
#7 A year or so off of school and never going back there…
Second attempt at community college
#1 My intent was to be a Physical Education major at a school 2 hours away in the city my boyfriend lived. We broke up and I changed it to Liberal Arts: Humanities and Social Science with a concentration in Humanities. I did my entire Associates degree online.
#2 There was a lot of writing and research, if not more than what I would be doing at my next school as a writing major.
#3 My intent was to move on with a four year degree in Anthropology until I smashed my laptop one day writing a 20 page research paper in Chicago style.
#4 I met my boyfriend of five years when I was in school and no, we didn’t go to the same one but had similar history of screwing up school.
#5 I don’t remember much about the course work. I was sick a lot and gained weight but burned it off. I learned I can’t take Cipro because I get all the side effects…
#6 I was on the deans list 3 times.
#7 An agent of douchebags (an ex) fueled me to go on/finish school.
Bachelors degree at a four year school
#1 I got a scholarship for doing well at the community college.
#2 I lived on campus for a year and had my own dorm room. Sometimes my boyfriend would stay over.
#3 One night, I was drunk and he took out a wine glass out of my fridge and dropped it. We went to bed and I climbed on top of him and scratched his face. He went home, mad…
#4 I drove my Malibu that had electrical issues; sometimes the headlights and turning signal worked, sometimes it did not. I got pulled over once for it and began crying and the officer let me go.
#5 My manager at my campus catering job let us stand in the back of the truck while she drove, dyed her hair red, and showed me a butterfly cookie.
#6 A hallmate drew a penis on my board.
#7 There was a certain incident with a hot tub and someone naked, I won’t talk about.
#8 In the shower, I head out with a towel. Another girl comes in and looks at me. Later she tells my boyfriend about how perfect volume my hair is and he tells her that I’m also bisexual.
#9 Dance club for a year and half.
#10 Took 3 studio dance training classes for college credit. One class required me to develop a routine with some girls… In one I had to slow dance with one.
#11 I called my mom and said I didn’t really like men and she said, “What you’re calling to tell me you’re gay?” No, no I said something along the lines of being bisexual.
#12 Starting my own dance routine for the club and canceling it.
#13 Feeling like I was constantly being watched and followed — I was.
#14 I graduated and you couldn’t pay me to go back there for anything.
Leads to a magical world the protagonist(s) only know about.
In real life
You would think clothes, shoes, and junk back there. You’d be surprised how many people have sex, hide someone back there, and do a number of things we don’t want to know about. I wonder why we try to teach the children it leads to a magical world…
No one can physically see you so you can do whatever you want.
In real life
You may feel invisible but people can see you, especially if you make an ass out of yourself. You can ‘disappear’ by removing yourself from unpleasant people, things, or situations.
It can fly, don’t need a car.
In real life
If I sat on a carpet and waited for it to fly, people would ask what is wrong with me. Out of all the things I could fly if magic was real, why a carpet? The only thing magical about is it captures water and crumbs I have to vacuum later.
Say something right, and you get it?
In real life
I wrote a bunch of poetry, why don’t I have anything I wrote about in it? Words aren’t enough. You have to make it happen.
It’s time to move on.
I don’t see the point in writing randomly like I have been. Besides a small audience and some likes, I don’t gain that much of it. None of you know who I am (though you’ve read about it), I get zero profit for it and little recognition. I went in knowing all this and not expecting anything in return. Now I have to think more about how I manage my free time, spend my money, and what other goals I have in life that don’t involve survival or money. I would like to sell some of my work and write the novel I told my mother I was going to write when she was nearly dying of cancer last year (she’s no longer in remission so it’s possible the nightmare will start over). It forces me to think about everything in my life. I go on the defense and survival mode (if you don’t know what that means don’t read this nor talk to me — I think you’re an idiot and don’t care if you think I’m a bitch).
What will become of this?
I could pay for it to be renewed but I’m not going too. I could give it a new name but I don’t want too. I could create a new one with a specific/tighter focus but I don’t have the time for it. This is not a good time for me to manage a website. Anything you would get from me in writing would be more nonsense or things you don’t follow or relate too.
I’m sorry but not so sorry that this isn’t a funny or positive post. The truth is, I’m just done. It’s nothing you or anyone did. I can’t stay with this website or blog forever. I’ve outgrown it. Thank you all for watching the madness.
Note: The first category on this website was called, “C’est la vie”
My name is not Sandra Dee
Grease came out way before I was born
I grew up disliking the movie and musicals
There was this boy that called me that
or sang one of those songs from the movie
I didn’t think he was funny, I ignored him
I thought he was stupid
the only D in my name was in SanDra
My middle name starts with an L
on documents I don’t spell it out
it’s not required
only family knows it’s Louise
it’s my grandmother’s middle name
My last name starts with an M
none of them have a D in it though
my mothers first name starts with a D
and my younger sisters name starts with a D
About girls who are Type passive or hard to get.
#1 She makes in fun of you.
If not in front of you, behind your back to people she knows. They know you speak funny and should consider taking more showers.
Why? She’s a bitch but she still has some brain, morals, and standards. She can’t say, “I want to sleep with you.” That’d be wrong on many levels (but mocking you and/or being two faced isn’t?)
#2 She looks at you.
You’re thinking, so people look at people or she caught me looking at her which is possible. If you’re feeling there is an attraction between you, there most likely is.
#3 How she is around you.
Sometimes she seems shy, other times not so. Sometimes she speaks without thinking. She knows what she says doesn’t really matter.
I’m blonde, she’s brunette
I’m tan, she’s white as a vampire
I like to go outside, she does not
I have green eyes, she has brown eyes
I’m 5’4, she’s 5’3
I’m 26, she’s 22
I’m a Scorpio, she’s a Pisces
I have tattoos, she does not
We have the same mother and father
I was older when they separated
We have the same job
and we’re from the same town
We have our nose pierced
mine is on the left
hers is on the right
I have a star shaped stud in
she took her circle stud out
I have a Bachelors degree in Creative Writing
she doesn’t plan to get a Bachelors in anything
We have Associate degrees
It took me longer to get it and I’ve gone to a different school
My AA was concentrated in Humanities
hers was concentrated in Social Science
I finished my entire AA online and got on Deans list numerous times
she did not
She had the same boyfriend since high school
I did not
I didn’t really have a boyfriend in high school
or friends for that matter
I’ve been with more people and had a far more questionable
she’s been stable and committed in her relationship
they just got a house together
I’ve travelled to more places than she has
she choose not too
I’ve had more drunk experiences
she hasn’t really drank that much
I don’t drink much anymore
she still doesn’t either
She is vegan
I am not
I don’t most meat, however;
because I do not and have not really ever liked it
I am spiritual
I believe in Astrology, Paranormal, and Past lives
she does not
she has less faith
and interest in those things
I like History, especially Ancient and Philosophy
I couldn’t tell you what she likes
the last thing I remembered is her making videos
with anime characters on Sony Vegas
or knitting something with my mother
I couldn’t tell you what songs she likes
all I know it is nothing I really listen too
and she most likely thinks and feels the same thing
I joke about everything
she tends to be more serious
she doesn’t appreciate my jokes
and I continue to make them anyway
she is my sister and should understand
more so than the people who think
we are the same