I've come to the realization that I've been seriously taken for granted when it comes to men. It's really sad. After the dumbass that thought I would sit around and take his shit forever, I went out a few times with a really nice guy (so what if he drank out of a pineapple cup). My standards have been really low for some years now (OK my whole life). I've been trying to go out with men that actually give a damn and it's kind of working a bit. My friends look at me sideways when I get excited about being treated the way I should be treated. Oh well, it's new and exciting - and I'm easy to please.
I’m simple, I like simple things. I like to express myself through informal writing, it’s a great outlet and I can curse indiscriminately.
I’m a Southern California girl at heart living an east coast life. I love telling stories, the question is, can I ever finish them?
They usually start with the same line…
“When I used to work at Cox…” (you know the Cable Company?)
Hence the title of my blog “…and one time at Band Camp”, borrowed from American Pie. Everyone knows all the fun stuff happens at Band Camp…or Cox.
Love meh.
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