Well put...sorta

The lovely Onewetleg let the raw emotions fly in this beautiful entry. Haven't we all felt the same way at times? It's called being a woman. We are the emotional equivalent of rocket science.

It's so hard not to be insecure sometimes. That entry made me think of my own, similiar self deprecating questions. Some more of those nasty what ifs. What if he fell in love with me and then discovered who I REALLY am and is disappointed? Am I too boring? Am I too needy? Am I too anxious? Too weak? Why am I depressed? Why can't I relax and do it later? Why does it matter? WHY don't I pay attention?!

It all works out in the end. We're human. Take the good with the bad and don't dwell on it. Remind yourself a trillion times, the same shit will come back until it's resolved. Life is complex but simple. Over and over and over again. Choose your battles!

And yes, men who flirt from the passenger seat are kinda scummy. But they're everywhere...on construction sites, mowing lawns, in the grocery store, walking down the street, on MYSPACE. They all want the same thing. Some of them are cute and it's a little less abrasive. It's great to have my own man who sees more to me. I have to convince myself that it's enough. I'm enough. He's worth it, worth everything.

I will end this stupid, ranting attempt at being creative with my words with this:

It's delightful to pick all the chocolate chips out of pre-made cookie dough, eat the chips and then roll up the dough into a worm and suck it down. Do this only AFTER eating succulent baked artichokes...with happy melty mozerella cheese, bread crumbs and dripping garlic butter. And WINE. Lord GOD, don't forget the wine!!! I am blessed with a tongue! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!