Much ado about nothing

So I'm signing in to blogger and I see these stats that I have a lot of page views which I can't figure out because I really do nothing with this blog, I especially don't share it with friends or family. I had many ideas about what I wanted it to be, mainly an online journal because the notebooks were adding up and I have so many now that they've become cumbersome. But at the same time my blog isn't exactly private anymore, a few people have found me out so I just linked this to my Twitter account.....I am very rarely on Twitter anymore. I guess I'm at a bit of an impasse here. But I wonder, who is actually viewing and would I have an audience if I actually wrote? I have no idea. I am currently doing a lot of self-untangling, trying to sort who I was from who I am, into who I am to become to create the life I have longed for. I think that's enough for now. Namaste

Free Pussy Riot

anything?

this little twitter button below is sooooo adorable but HOW do I get it over there---> ?
I choose for the HTML gods to bless me for eternity....or just for now :)


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You Are NOT the boss of ME :)

Dear lovely blonde GM of current venue I am working,

 thank-you so much for the heads up and may i add you have a total and complete f-wit working for you.
Said fuq-wi,t to be clear, is technically sexually harassing me...yes i said it, in the most insidious manner. He is undermining my work performance and it is trey annoying as one thing i do have is my lovely, spirited work ethic. I do not appreciate his hands on my body nor the closeness in proximity to my "beautiful body"; to quote said fuq-wit. Equally annoying is the defensive manner he displays when called on his perpetual b.s. I am in all manners frustrated. Interestingly I was warned beforehand by a coworker. to whom I insisted fuq-wit is merely crushing on....alas, I eat my words. Another young lady who will also remain nameless believes she too was in reception of fuq-wit's unsavory admin. tactics and has moved on to a different position in part to avoid these current behavioral annoyances I am gagging on about. Fortunately I have decided to take another path to my goals and fuq-wit will be rendered obsolete in my current scheme of things.

 So, why am I telling you? Why bother publishing a silly blogpost?

 Because this fuq-wit is an Aries and I am just recovering from another run in with a fuq-wit of the Male Aries persuasion. Only instead of touching me this previous Aries fuq-wit opted to touch himself. I suspect he was burying his erection down the leg of his pants all seven..YES, 7 times that his hand graced his nether regions. Now, I was uber aware of some slightly ridiculous sexual tension with previous Aries. I could also easily see that he had a gf...yawn...and any erotic longings he may be harboring would have to be repressed due to....well...not sullying his golden boy image? But I digress....I am putting the universe on notice.

 All fuq-wits of the "can't keep it in your pants" variety are to exit stage left. having a day job is hard enough without you all making me responsible for your hard-ons. Take responsibility. Stop projecting your desires on to me. Stop touching me. Stop saying stupid merde that is annoying and has nothing to do with professional communication. You want to compliment me? Send flowers. Send a raise. Behave.

platinum blonde

Today I have an appointment to change my hair color to the blonde I've desired since the age of 17. I pray the hairdresser doesn't talk me out of this....I am determined to get what I want but since it's for a modeling job....I am mildly concerned. May the Angels of  hair be with me and bless my locks :)

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First, look at the obvious

Another Dark moon featuring.....writer's block?

dear beloved neglected blog,

I think of you daily as you wait for me patiently.
There was a time I wrote daily and that was the inspiration for your inception. My desire for you was pure and true in those moments and yet we barely see each other. Perhaps I've been a touch distracted, you already know about Candy but we mustn't blame him nor the circumstances.
I miss you.....but not enough to write?

Love always,
Jane

Dark Side Of the Moon

still I rise

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. Maya Angelou