Finally content with a past I regret*

March is almost over, and I suddenly feel empty. Have you ever had that feeling before?

In the past three weeks, I’ve read 17 (yes, 17!) books – contemporary romance novels. Every time a book would end, I would go to the library and pick up a new one. I usually finish a 300-something page book in a day or two. I’ve been avoiding my family and friends because I’d rather indulge in the lives of the people in these books – lives that go from not-so-perfect to absolutely amazing. It’s insane.

Tonight as I finished my 17th book, I looked up and let reality hit me. I’m single. I don’t have a date for the biggest ball ever because I refused to go with the four different guys who have asked me. Who am I waiting for? No one in particular. I’d just rather sit in my pjs and drink diet coke rather than go out and dance with a guy who it’s obviously not going to work out with.

This takes me back to how I was two years ago, and yet my friends were right there after I stepped out of it. So tonight, I’ve made a decision. I am going to stop by the library tomorrow and return all those books. I will not pick up any new books, and I will take my friends up on the lunch date. I will hopefully apologize to one of the guys and go to the ball with him. I will slow-dance with him, but I won’t cross the lines.

I won’t be the person I was two years ago. Not again.

* Rascal Flatts – I’m Moving On

We look better undressed

A guy I was sharing the jacuzzi with at the gym today told me that I look a lot like Salma Hayek. I think this is the same guy who told me the same thing last summer.

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Girls and guys.. Y’know how some of you email me with break-up issues? Actually, a lot of you do that so don’t you dare pretend like you don’t know who I’m talking about. As it turns out, I’m a break-up guru now. A guy who I went to school with three years ago, and who made sure that the world knows that he doesn’t like me, asked another friend if he could talk to me. He needs girl help and supposedly, only I know how to deal with relationships. Right!…because my boy friend of three years cheated on me and I’m neither depressed nor suicidal.

So, here’s the thing. Next time you have an issue, talk to these girls HERE. Y’know I can’t help but give advice so I promise I’ll stick around! Almost all of you have the same issues.. At least give me permission to talk about them here, or on cosmoforthedesigirl. I promise I wont take any names, and I wont mention anything that’s personal. It’s just that I know a lot of you can relate to my boy problems. Why else would 90% of you want to know about what happened between me and Sexy? It’s not like it was an unusual case. It’s just that you know you’ve wanted to know about that stuff and now you have someone who talks about it openly.

Sigh! Even if you don’t let me talk about it, I’ve made my decision. I will talk about relationship problems. Deal with it

I may not know it but these are the moments that I’m gonna remember most.

Today I bought pretty red nailpolish.

I’m not happy, but pretending is fun!

And also..

Surprise Surprise

Daddy bought me a two-bedroom apartment. I’ll be living with my best friend. It’s around 40 mins to an hour away from home (depends on the traffic). Oh it’s gorgeous! I’m moving out in July (or August). It all depends on when I come back from Pakistan

And here’s a question about something that bugs me often. I don’t know if any of you really want to know about Sexy. I know I’ve said so much about him, but so much has changed since the last argument we had. Sigh.. Vote, and we’ll go from there. :]

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.*

Dear Mr. Leader-of-Blowups (and no I’m not referring to you as a blow up doll),

I hope you’re doing well. You remember the last time I wrote to you saying that I’m kind of sick of you? Well, I’m pretty darn sick and tired of listening about you on tv now. You’ve stepped into my territory, and believe me, I’m no less than a bitch. Like bitches, I too prefer my home to be safe and quiet. So, Mr. Blowup, can you please stop attacking my people? There are a lot of things more interesting than killing – like making love all night long. As a gift, I promise I’ll send you a blow up doll for when your wife doesn’t give you any. Fair enough deal, isn’t it?

You see, it’s win-win for both of us. You can go home and make love to your wife. My man won’t be as stressed and I’ll be able to have a good time too (if you know what I mean ).

So Mr. Blowup, please leave my people alone. When they die, I get stressed out. When I get stressed out, my man thinks that I’m about to breakup with him. When my man thinks that I’m about to breakup with him, we argue… and from there things get dirrrrrrrrrrty!

Anyway, leave us? Please?

We’re poor. We’re terrified. But we’re all united. We don’t like you, and you need to understand that.

Again, the offer for an imported blow-up doll is still open. I’ll even throw in a few special toys and movies.

Thanks.

Kurri.

*Anton Chekov