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Wrong With Me?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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term='lost love'/><title type='text'>Where I'm at</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to focus on me right now. For the last couple of years since my ex-fiance and I broke up I have been desperately trying to please and/or find another man. This has not served me well. In fact, it has distracted me, and prevented me from fully functioning and reaching my desired goals...It has led me down a self destructive path of self loathing, partying, and depression...fuck that. It's time for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I'm doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) going back to school this summer...I'm going to try and get a second bachelor's degree in nursing (the first one was in art 10 years ago)...I was accepted at a local college as a post-bac pre-nursing major...just gotta take 6 more classed, do well in them, and then I'm in the program...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) trying not to let my problems hold me back. I have a disability (depression, anxiety, bulimia, and hairpulling)...but maybe if I was self sufficient it would be good for my self esteem, and these problems would lessen...I am pretty damn sure there have been people with greater obstacles who have achieved more. Let them be an inspiration to me and others :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) trying to be ok with being alone. I need to focus on me now. I can't make anyone else happy if I am not ok with myself. If the man of my dreams walks into my life, I won't push him away, but i AM NOT ON THE HUNT. I need to try to improve me...too much wasted time the last few years on others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) leading a healthier lifestyle...I'm exercizing a lot, taking vitamins, and partying less...not hanging so much with my alcoholic ex is helping with this-- I've made new friends who are healthier for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) trying not to be such a perfectionist. Being ok is good enough. I just want to be content with moments of happiness...I don't have to be Picasso..I just want to be self sufficient, and perhaps have a hubby??? Later though, I understand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will see how this all goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6352250471328924252?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6352250471328924252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6352250471328924252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6352250471328924252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6352250471328924252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-im-at.html' title='Where I&apos;m at'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2065064040510340795</id><published>2011-01-20T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T05:58:30.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life goals'/><title type='text'>Time to Focus on Myself</title><content type='html'>Another heartbreak. This time I feel in love with my best friend of 2 years. We had hooked up on and off for 1.5 years, and were also roomates for a year. I developed feelings for him, and appeared that he was starting to, but I messed it up by going out drinking all the time with an ex. I made some serious mistakes. I have regrets, and once again, just when I thought I found "the one," I am on my own again...I thought it would be a good time to once again acess what I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) financial independence (get a good career, and off of disability)--perhaps in the medical field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) stop obsessing about men who dont' want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) more productive as an artist-- complete more, adn get more shows/galleries/representation, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) fall in love and grow old with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) be true to myself, do what I love, and not things to please others&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2065064040510340795?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2065064040510340795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2065064040510340795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2065064040510340795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2065064040510340795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-to-focus-on-myself.html' title='Time to Focus on Myself'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3616705082921270893</id><published>2010-05-04T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:23:07.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not measuring up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generation x'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underdog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturn return'/><title type='text'>A New Sense of Chill...</title><content type='html'>I feel slightly calm for the first time since high school...so that would be like 15 years...I can contribute this to a few factors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) accepting that I'm pretty much on my own...gotta figure shit out (single for the&lt;br /&gt;   first time in a decade-- it's forcing me to grow a pair)...&lt;br /&gt;2) got disability back...a very small amount of money, but at least I can pay rent, I &lt;br /&gt;   sometimes feel badly/guilty about this, but I know I can't hold a job (based on my&lt;br /&gt;   issues)...I don't want it to be this way forever, but I am thankful for what I have&lt;br /&gt;   now...&lt;br /&gt;3) accepted that I am who I am, I am where I am, am not perfect..but trying to improve&lt;br /&gt;4) I am a "late bloomer"...I've had problems, a lot of help, but I hope for a better &lt;br /&gt;   future...I'm not giving up, nor am I a lost cause...&lt;br /&gt;5) we all have our own path&lt;br /&gt;6) If you try to be what you love, you will attract what you love...I am trying to &lt;br /&gt;   follow my bliss...life isn't perfect, but it's improving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a weird couple of years...broke up with the ex-fiance, (due to our various problems), had a few unrequited romances...other assorted problems...and then I realized I wasn't being my authentic self. I need to focus on improving my life and being happy. Being true to myself, even if that doesn't please the masses. I think I will be OK in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3616705082921270893?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3616705082921270893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3616705082921270893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3616705082921270893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3616705082921270893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-sense-of-chill.html' title='A New Sense of Chill...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1130019745048286202</id><published>2010-04-07T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:58:27.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Went Home to Visit...</title><content type='html'>It has actually been an enlightening experience. I have grown a greated appreciation for my friends and family, even though they piss me off sometimes. Also, I am reminded (by myself), that I am not perfect, and perhaps I overract to various situations and people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has changed in me as of late. I have let go of certain expectations of myself, adn also of other people. I think I will be ok. Even if I am barely scraping by, earning $8 an hour I think I will be OK. I'm not sure what brought about this change exactly, but something changed. Have I hit a rock bottom? This year has been REALLY BAD, and I've experienced many lossed and various humiliations, so maybe that is part of it. Who knows...something has chilled a bit within my psyche though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1130019745048286202?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1130019745048286202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1130019745048286202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1130019745048286202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1130019745048286202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2010/04/went-home-to-visit.html' title='Went Home to Visit...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5245248082248666483</id><published>2010-04-03T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:17:18.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Currently</title><content type='html'>I dropped out of the tech school classes...I was in a very bad place...the air force guy dumped me, my ex got another girl, my gramma died...I was having problems with my artist friends ( a couple of them) and moved to another building...to much at one time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are clearing a bit now...I've excepted that my ex fiance and I are toxic for one another, and also I love him adn took him for granted. We both made mistakes, adn both know it cannot work. I am trying to figure out how much contact I should have with him...I think the air force guy and I will remain friends, but knowing him, I'm guessing he'll be chasing a lot of tail when he gets back, so I'll only talk to him/see him when he needs advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money...who knows...disability for now, but now forever...I want to be self sufficient eventually, but I need to be emotionally stable a bit longer before I can go off or go back to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to remind myself that these stressful times-- these too, shall pass...it will be OK. I say this to other people, but often forget to remind myself of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5245248082248666483?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5245248082248666483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5245248082248666483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5245248082248666483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5245248082248666483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2010/04/currently.html' title='Currently'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5545825170296304465</id><published>2009-12-23T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:24:53.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><title type='text'>Where I'm At...</title><content type='html'>I have been abnormally depressed lately...(as in staying in bed depressed). My depressions were always anxious and fidgety when I was young, now they just leave me feeling tired. I prefer being tired and depressed to being anxious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my disability check. I am very thankful for this help from the government, but I also feel like a loser. It's strange-- I don't mind at all if someone else needs disability, but I am very hard on myself. I would like to have some type of gainful employment (as they call it), but I am just not currently capable of working full time. My anxiety levels are quite bad, and my bulimia has gotten a bit worse in the last 2 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demise of my relationship with the guy I was dating is making it all worse. He gave me all this crap about how he couldn't be involved with my cause he was leaving for Iraq, he can't trust anyone-- blah balh balh...so he said he though we should just be friends. A day or two after he dumps me he starts dating a 22 year old who he falls madly in love with-- and she in turn, after 3 weeks of dating him, decides to get back with her ex. (karma :)....then again, maybe the 22 year old got back together with my former duded. Who knows, we no longer have contact. I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to take a couple of classes at the tech school in a couple of weeks, but I am not sure if I am up for it, or would even like it. (CNA stuff). I got the idea from taking care of my gramma. I don't know, we'll see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5545825170296304465?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5545825170296304465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5545825170296304465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5545825170296304465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5545825170296304465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-im-at.html' title='Where I&apos;m At...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-8042052401854182980</id><published>2009-11-05T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:52:44.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>I am Back Home Because My Grandma is Dying of Cancer</title><content type='html'>This is very upsetting. I feel like an asshole. I separated myself from my family about 7 years ago because I felt like I could not live up to their expectations. I felt pressure to be thin, perfect, athletic, and also have a mega career. In retrospect, perhaps I put these expecations on myself. Anyway...I was gone for a long time, but I came back to visit last August with the encouragement of a guy I had just started dating. He told me he didn't see his grandma right before she died and he always regretted it. She only has a couple of weeks now, so I am here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the house I was so sad. My grandma looked very frail and old. I was overwhelmed with sadness and cried on and off during the hour and a half long visit. I gave her a hug and asked her how she felt. I can't recall what exactly she said, but the gist I got was that she was not in pain, but very tired and weak. I told her I was sorry I was gone so long, and she said sometimes absense makes the heart grow fonder. I also said I had to go and find myself. She said she knew I didn't have an easy road. I said I still didn't, but I was hoping I'd find my way. She asked me about my boyfriend, and I said he didn't want to boyfriend and girlfriend, but we still might be dating. I said the situation was confusing, but I really liked him. I said maybe I wasn't "the one" for him, and she said, "maybe you are." I held her hand for like an hour and a half. I hugged her and cried on and off. I thanked her for helping raise me, and she commented that we had a good time. I said, remember when we used to go"bumming?"...she said she liked all the garage sales we went to. I commented on the antique shops as well, and how much fun it was decorating Christmas cookies with her...She said she loved me, and I said I loved her too. I then went to visit with my aunt and cousin, and came back to grandma and grandpas for dinner. Grandma invited me to stay over, and I did. It was nice to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-8042052401854182980?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/8042052401854182980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=8042052401854182980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8042052401854182980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8042052401854182980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-back-home-because-my-grandma-is.html' title='I am Back Home Because My Grandma is Dying of Cancer'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6580193496636495162</id><published>2009-08-29T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:35:54.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Being Attractive By Being You...</title><content type='html'>This is a really cool post I read on another blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://tobeme.wordpress.com/2009/08/28/being-attrative-by-being-you/#comment-15369&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this I couldnt help but aske myself, who the hell am I? I really don't feel attractive, though I recently started dating this hot air force guy within the last month. I have grown more and more insecure over the past week. After reading this post I wonder if it's because I am not being myself...so the question then is&lt;br /&gt;WHO AM I???? Maybe if I figure it out and just be myself, I will feel better...However, I do find when I am being myself I am often ridiculted or critized, because part of being me is being hyper and vulger...Here's who I am...Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) hyper and occassionally obnoxious...(surely someone out there may appreciate this, right)????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) a romantic, although I am a tomboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I swear like a sailor (bothers most people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am a good drawer, an OK painter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I love animals, especially dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I feel comfortable in comfortable loose fitting clothing...I don't like dressing seductively...I don't mind dressing "cute" though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I am completely insecure...especially about my body and also my lack of career and money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I want to grow old with a wonderful man and watch the sunset on the porch...with the dog of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I enjoy repetitive boring activities, and prefer not to deal with intense interpersonal situations with people I don't know...I have social anxiety problems...I should be an accountant...but I'm also scared of complicated computer programs and going back to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I fear life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN SUMMARY: Being myself means accepting that I am insecure, and only deal with people who don't mind that I am a scrappy hyper tomboy who happens to swear a lot...no wonder I don't attract anyone...would this actually attract anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the dark place today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6580193496636495162?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6580193496636495162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6580193496636495162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6580193496636495162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6580193496636495162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-attractive-by-being-you.html' title='Being Attractive By Being You...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1203661278625409271</id><published>2009-08-16T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:08:46.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career exploration'/><title type='text'>The Tech School Tour..</title><content type='html'>It went well. I liked the bulding, I liked the teachers...but do I really want to go back to school for 2 years, to have a starting wage of roughly $10 per hour??? That is the question...well, one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have a bachelor's degree (art), and I have already had jobs that pay this much, though I didn't really like any of them. I'm sick of being broke. As much as I love animals I may have to pursue another route to support my art habit. Accounting makes the most sense right now, as it would go hand in hand with having my own business...the next questions is, what type of schooling or degree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks, why didn't I do something about his years ago. Oh wait, I was really fucked up. Like more so than I am currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1203661278625409271?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1203661278625409271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1203661278625409271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1203661278625409271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1203661278625409271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/08/tech-school-tour.html' title='The Tech School Tour..'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1223974930713455294</id><published>2009-08-02T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:49:28.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generation x'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>So I Have an Appointment To Go on a Tour of a Local Tech School</title><content type='html'>To check out their vet tech program...funny how quickly I change tunes, right??? Ok, I really love dogs...Only problem is bet techs dont' get paid shit, especially in my portions of the country, so I am having doubts already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am going to do it...maybe I should stick with the med assistant idea adn shit...I don't know...I just want to get married and be an artist/housewife...is that bad???? I feel like that is bad, and I am not supposed to feel that way, as a result of the baby boomers, gen x, and gen y (and for the record, I am at the end of gen x)...I am confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1223974930713455294?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1223974930713455294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1223974930713455294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1223974930713455294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1223974930713455294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-have-appointment-to-go-on-tour-of.html' title='So I Have an Appointment To Go on a Tour of a Local Tech School'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-4471500167450248895</id><published>2009-07-19T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:51:39.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life goals'/><title type='text'>Oh my god...I think I have a Plan..</title><content type='html'>Something just clicked in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) take a non-credit quickbooks class (for my own purposes)&lt;br /&gt;2) get a tech diploma-- either a medical assistant or LPN (probably medical assistant)&lt;br /&gt;3) take college level transfer classes and then try to get into school to be a physician's assistant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fascinated with medical science for the last 7 years. If I get a tech/degree or diploma I will at least have a "practical" skill to help makes ends meet. Maybe $25,000 k a year? Not much, but enough to get by...I would love to go to med school, but that may be too daunting...maybe I could handle school for a physician's assistant...my aunt does it, and she doesn't seem much smarter than I am, in terms of IQ...more grounded perhaps (she's in her 50's though)...and quickbooks??? because it would help me with my art shit...and I still do have a curiosity about accounting-- this non-credit class would help give me an idea I believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Let's see if I can do it...I would like to thank all my art friends who are driven and successful, as well as the all men who have fucked me over-- they have all inspired me to improve my life and become self sufficient...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-4471500167450248895?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/4471500167450248895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=4471500167450248895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4471500167450248895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4471500167450248895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-godi-think-i-have-plan.html' title='Oh my god...I think I have a Plan..'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3953510113314581917</id><published>2009-07-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:43:16.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not measuring up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='measuring up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life goals'/><title type='text'>Life's Milestones...</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking about what a lot of people my age have accomplished this far, and decided to see how I measure up. Yeah, perhaps junenille and stupid, but when it's night, and I'm alone, and I can't sleep...I can't help but write. So here we go...at at 31.5 years many people in the United States (that I grew up with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) are married-- NO for me&lt;br /&gt;2) have kids-- NO for me&lt;br /&gt;3) have a career-- NO for me&lt;br /&gt;4) are above the poverty line-- NO for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, pathetic and self indulgent, but I thought I would mention these things. This post was inspired by my college buddy adn his wife who works for the government. Apparently she is writing a book, and it is almost done. Yeah. Glad he picked the right girl. He could have ended up with a dud like me. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have going for me though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am a painter with my own art studio (even if my Dad is paying the rent)&lt;br /&gt;2) I moved across the country from home (some people are afraid to do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...that's about it...I feel behind on the life's milestones...I think it is in part because i want to be a housewife/artist with a kid or two and a wonderful husband....not sure if I'll ever get there but I can hope right????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3953510113314581917?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3953510113314581917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3953510113314581917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3953510113314581917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3953510113314581917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-milestones.html' title='Life&apos;s Milestones...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2635378865919283030</id><published>2009-07-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:39:20.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonement'/><title type='text'>I am Scared of Life...</title><content type='html'>I think perhaps this is my biggest problem. That and the fact that I am a perfectionist. I worry that if I screw up (whatever it is I am doing) I will ruin my future chances...of whatever...I am also so afraid of failure I often don't try things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it to you this way. I did well in school. I have book smarts, and went to a college that is ranked in the top 50 in the entire country. I will say though, back when I went it was easier to get in. Not sure if I could get in now...But if I could do that, and still did well, (even though I went part time)...it leads me to believe that fear of failure is what is holding me back. Now, if kids I went to high school with, who barely pulled of b's and c's are now nurses, you would think I could do more than work in a coffee shop for $7 an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to not be so scared and do SOMETHING. I am thinking a tech degree. I already have a bachelors...(in art, so it's pretty useless)....I need something to earn $25,000 to $30,000 per year. I think then I would be self sufficient. Not living high on the hog obviously, but enough to pay my own bills...no help from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so fucking scared of everything? Oh wait, it's because I don't want to fuck up. But wait, by not trying I am fucking up. I really want to go to med school. I fear though I will have a nervous breakdown trying...and I still would need to do like 2 more years of undergrad science...uh...maybe not a good idea....I would really like that though!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fear of life, failure and everything has affected my relationships with men too...I have let too many men (and boys when I was younger) just float on by, figuring they would leave anyway. Perhaps this was a self fulfilling profecy.....I could have had sex that one time with Josh, and now he's gone...one minor example, but you know??? man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to not be so scared of everything and do SOMETHING.....Yeah, I've been out of school so long maybe a diploma program or tech degree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2635378865919283030?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2635378865919283030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2635378865919283030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2635378865919283030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2635378865919283030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-scard-of-life.html' title='I am Scared of Life...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-4466595901694534888</id><published>2009-06-30T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:00:07.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 months later'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life goals'/><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions...6 Months Later...</title><content type='html'>Here is what I wrote 6 months ago, and how I am doing with said resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) be more productive as an artist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been. Josh has helped motivate me in the past couple of months...Since December I have sold 4 originals and many prints...I started painting at night and am more productive as an artist...not self sufficent, but definitely more productive, and selling more at my stuidio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1B) dont' let my depression anxiety issues prevent me from doing art-- do some anyway-- even if it's shitty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the art anyway!!!! Again, thank Josh for that one...for a while there (this spring)...I was at the studios at night a lot, partially because i knew he would be there(this spring, and partially because i had an inkling he would be there...and I discovered I work betyer at night..I have painted more and longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) don't get involved with men who are bad for me-- better to be single and less insane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...this is complicated...there was Sam, and also (kinda Josh)...I will blame this on the booze...however...I am behaving now, for the most part, and am not involved with anyone...as much as I would love to be involved with Josh...he is in another city 10 hours away though...I am at a point in my life where I am having a little more self respect and don't want to sleep with anyone unless I love them and they treat me well..the last time I had sex with Sam he wouldn't even kiss me...I DON'T want that...I want love and passion and romance...or nothing at all...which reminds me...I haven 't had sex in a month and a half...almost 2 months????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) less booze-- it's making me fat, giving me more lines, and making me feel a bit drained. Don't get me wrong people, I don't drink during the day or anything, but I don't want it to age me...I like to have some once in a while though, cause it mellow me out. Maybe twice a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a little better with this. I don't drink tequilla or hard liquor every night. I now drink beer or wine. Basically I have cut down on the hard core shit in a big way, but am still drinking the softer stuff for the time being...I did enough stupid shit this year to reealize too much drinking makes me do stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) start doing yoga again-- I miss having abs. I used to be skinny and rather toned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I have not yet conquered this yet...still need to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4b) get back down to 112 pounds and have abs (relates to doing yoga, less booze...less bad food too)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time I weighed myself I was at about 115 (2 weeks ago)... This is 7 pounds less than a year ago, and 1 pound less than what I weighed 2 years ago when I first moved to this new city and started eating a lot of fatty foods and drinking too much...I am getting closer to this goal... I do need to work on my abs though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) don't let the "Alex" thing depress me-- he was an asshole anyway...good thing I found about before I was involved with him longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refer to 5B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5b) don't let the "alex" shit prevent me from being a productive artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, the Josh thing helped me get over Alex. I can safely say now I am over Alex and am more productive of an artist. No matter how hot the sex was with Alex, I would not want to be with someone who treated me that way. How can you make love to someone on multiple occasions and just break off all contact??? Heartless asshole. I don't want a heartless asshole...i want someone who treats me with love and respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) take multivitamins and eat more vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started taking the multivitamins again this week...I'm doing so so on eating more vegetables...I don't eat them everyday, but have been eating more salads as of late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) be OK with getting older, being single, having no career, and doing nothing impressive with my life...it's oK to be sub-par...fuck what my asshole family thinks. they can take their precious master's degrees and shove them up their ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZINGLY...I have gotten a bit better with this too...I would rather be single than be in a shitty relationship...I would rather be poor, yet getting by, than doing a job I hate, and which makes me miserable...I still kind of want a master's degree...but only if it fits my life aims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL:...Holy shit-- I've done pretty well on the New Year's Resolutions thus far!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-4466595901694534888?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/4466595901694534888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=4466595901694534888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4466595901694534888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4466595901694534888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-yars-resolutions6-months-later.html' title='New Years Resolutions...6 Months Later...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-8028913920352303824</id><published>2009-06-30T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:46:14.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduate school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fine art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accounting'/><title type='text'>Once Again Thinking About Grad School...</title><content type='html'>Grad school is what brought me to this city in the first place. I gave it 3 days, and I knew this particular program at this particular school was not a good fit. I bailed on a fellowship that payed half my tuition. I was rather depressed about this for a good 6 months. I felt like a gigantic loser at the time. I don't regret it though. It was the right call, I know that now. At the time, it was the only school I got into. This is my chance to rework my portfolio and get into a school or program that would be a better fit. For a while I was convinced I should try to become a nurse or physician's assistant or something...something mega practical. Even a CNA or a bookkeeper or something-- like a one year tech degree...Lately I have realized I may be better of sticking with something that I am good at and that wont' make me insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I am thinking...MAYBE a tech degree in accounting or bookkeeping (because oddly enough for an artsy type, I get a sick pleasure out of "inventory" and various mathematical problems...this way I will have a "skill."...and then maybe I can try the grad school thing again if I want, and if I can get in a program that would be a better fit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about Josh made me really wantn to get my shit together-- IMMEDIATELY....I think I met him for a reason, and this was it-- get your shit together, do what you love, and don't let anyone get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Josh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-8028913920352303824?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/8028913920352303824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=8028913920352303824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8028913920352303824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8028913920352303824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-again-thinking-about-grad-school.html' title='Once Again Thinking About Grad School...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6887651898196487186</id><published>2009-06-29T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:44:00.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulimia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delayed adulthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy living habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduate school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle change'/><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>This is what I am trying to do anyway, in terms of career and lifestyle. I don't like the way my life has gone in the last decade, well...the last 20 years to be precise. Lets just say things definitely have gone down hill in my adult life, and it's time to pick up the pieces again. Time to figure out the career stuff, and eat better and drink less. Interestingly enough, drinking helped cut down on my bulimia...I guess it's not necessarily a good thing to replace one vice with another, however, given the bulimia almost killed  me in my early 20's I guess I should take any improvement I can get. I only throw up a couple of times a week now. I used to throw up 10 times a day at my worst, and even 2 years ago I was still at 5 times per day. Now to cut down on the booze. Living with Sam is helping with that. And the fact that I have no money. And the fact that Josh probably thinks I am insane. These things are enough to keep the partying in check. I want a good life. I want a good job, a house, a husband, and maybe a kid or two. I realize I won't have these things though unless I lead a healthier lifestyle and get my shit together. I think I am finally ready to be an adult. Kind of sad to say for a 31 year old...but better late than never. (I had some delays in life I guess)....maybe I should just start taking classes and see if something clicks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6887651898196487186?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6887651898196487186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6887651898196487186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6887651898196487186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6887651898196487186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1853135427074368029</id><published>2009-06-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:52:39.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='younger men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>No Word From Josh...</title><content type='html'>Granted, it's only been a few days, but still....I feel that my most recent email was a bit to rambling, and perhaps the straw that broke the camels back. If that is even really possible at this point)...I wonder if it was apparent I was totally bombed at the time I wrote it. He once said he doesn't want to date anyone too much like him. Josh drinks a lot. I drink a lot. He's been in rehab. I have not. Let's just say I like to get shitfaced, but I function. Josh reached a stage where he cut down on the hard stuff, and he now drinks a six pack every night. Once in a while he goes out and gets shit faced. He admits he has trouble once he goes for the hard stuff. Anyway, my point is that I fear he thinks I am a drunk. I hope he does not think that. I do like to drink, I won't deny that. I dont' think I've reaches the status yet though, of being a drunk. I suppose it doesn't matter anyway. He is gone. I miss him. Sam ran into one of his friends today while we were at the vet getting our dog fixed. Sam mentioned he would be going down to Josh's new city to visit. I wish I could come. I won't ask of course...I feel like an ass as it is. Anyway, I'm sure Sam will want me to watch the dog. Tonight Sam is trying to seduce "Asheley." They are currently in the backyard doing some kind of candle light thing...I'm glad I figured Sam out before I actually fell for him. That dude is fickle. One minute he was in love with Kim, and then it was back to Ashley...and then the Asian nurse, and now back to Ashely...this is why I try not to get involved with younger men...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1853135427074368029?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1853135427074368029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1853135427074368029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1853135427074368029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1853135427074368029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-word-from-josh.html' title='No Word From Josh...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-7075365611812301006</id><published>2009-06-23T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:08:32.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Wrote to Josh tonight...</title><content type='html'>HI Josh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not much of an email person but I hope this is OK. I am really not very good at interpersonal communication like you are,  but maybe this is OK????...for this second, .or this moment....??? ....(I'm sorry about that--I'm kind of shy, and am frequently very tongue tied-- I am working on that though)..i wish I had your "gift of the gab"....I really don't though, and I must honestly recognize this....I am better at writing than speaking currently and this is one of things I admire about you....You are magnificently eloquent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....this is why I am emailing instead of calling???....maybe you are busy watching golf....or hockey...or painting...something????....(by they way, I do believe Tiger can still catch up, there is hope right???)..... :D ...and for the record...my Dad still thinks Steve Sticker can win it all, because he is From Wisconsin!! :O.....my dad refers to Edgerton as the armpit of America...interesting...anyhow (really, I don't know shit about golf).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope life in your new city is treating you well. I was talking to Jacob the other day and he mentioned he had  a friend down there who saw your art there. They recognized your work and that is wonderful! I am so happy for you!!! :) ...I hope that you are happy and that life is treating you well.  ( and I  hope you are selling an assload ass well -- you are a wonderful person and deserve a great life-- I suspect ancient Greece is calling (watch out Socrates)....I think you will get to that ancient collusium just yet)!!!!) ....I'm guessing you will get there sooner than you think....togas are a good thing.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all miss you so much and wish you the best. I do hope you keep in touch if you have the time or inclination :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo   Kelly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way-- congrats on the $300 worth or prints you recently sold up here - -I imagine though you are probably doing even better in you new city despite kicking ass here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need help with anything here please let me know--I'd love to help you out., not6hing in exchange... Just let me know, because I am nice like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all miss you so much :) life is not the same without you....I want to call  you but I feel as though I suck at communicating in person...(ie: phone or ...actually in person)...let us blame this on social anxiety issues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new city sounds like a wonderful place to be. I know you don't really like email--and maybe I should just call you. I actually really suck at interpersonal communication, and this is why I am currently emailing you instead of calling you......so I am emailing you instead of calling you...but I should really do that....maybe I will????? ....umm.... iam not good at such things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say though, I think of you often and hope life is treating you well and that you are happy beyond belief because you are a fabulous person and deserve that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-7075365611812301006?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/7075365611812301006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=7075365611812301006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7075365611812301006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7075365611812301006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-wrote-to-josh-tonight.html' title='What I Wrote to Josh tonight...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-107273158687899144</id><published>2009-06-20T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:07:30.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Ok, maybe I was Being Paranoid...</title><content type='html'>I think living with Sam with be Ok. I guess it's just like many roomate situations-- just needed a period of adjustment....I'm still without my own internet and still using his laptop so this will be brief. I still have not heard from Josh. It was 2 weeks ago I last spoke with him. He has been gone for 3 weeks now. This truly sucks. He loves his new city though. I can't blame him for not calling...I've also been reflecting on all the fucked up things I have done this year. I was very very naughty this year...in some ways  for the good and some ways for the bad...I need to get my shit together, this much is obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-107273158687899144?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/107273158687899144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=107273158687899144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/107273158687899144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/107273158687899144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-maybe-i-was-being-paranoid.html' title='Ok, maybe I was Being Paranoid...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-635961275056762116</id><published>2009-06-18T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:43:28.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Place...</title><content type='html'>So I am now living with Sam...interesting...And I am currently on his laptop and he is sitting abou 5 feet away from me so this may be brief...I'm not sure how I like this setup...He is rather bossy...I don't like that...He's one of those types where he always has to be right. Why can't he just leave me alone, or why can't we just agree to disagree? He mostly criticizes the fact that I am too lenient with the dog. Whatever...control freak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him tonight (after a few beers) that maybe the reason woman always leave him is because he scolds them. I told him women don't like to be scolded.....I don't know what his fucking problem is...he told me that he was hard on his ex girlfriend Anne as well..uh...I'm not his girlfriend, I am his roomate...I will call him on this next time...Every opinion I have is apparently wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to make the best of the situation, but I don't see myself staying here for too long unless our communicaiton improves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-635961275056762116?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/635961275056762116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=635961275056762116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/635961275056762116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/635961275056762116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-place.html' title='The New Place...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-8138145590930639441</id><published>2009-06-15T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:03:13.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Currently without a computer...</title><content type='html'>I am on Sam's laptop currently...I still don't have my computer set up...all is well here...no sexual tension..things are OK actually...this will be brief as it is not my computer and Sam is sitting right next to me...Turns out he and Kim are not getting together anymore. I sincerely hope I have nothing to do with this. I don't think I do though...he's into this other gal he's been into for quite some time...guess she's coming around now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do about the Josh thing. Whenever I have spoken to him in the past month I have become completely tongue tied. I want to call him but I worry I will sound like an asshole. Perhaps I will work up the courage later in the week. Today me and the dude who is subletting Josh's studio helped sell $300 worth of Josh's prints...the duded called him...maybe I should have. Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-8138145590930639441?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/8138145590930639441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=8138145590930639441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8138145590930639441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8138145590930639441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-currently-without-computer.html' title='I am Currently without a computer...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1970045336057048198</id><published>2009-06-09T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:15:19.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long distance relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unrequited love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Josh Called!!! :D</title><content type='html'>Now, I know I shouldn't get to excited because he's 10 hours away and all-- but still! :)....(oh yes, and then he did call the guy in the studio next to me about a half an hour after that)...but anyway, it made me really happy! :) I can dream, right?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty normal, basic conversation, though I will say I was really anxious, so I wouldn't say it was as smooth as it could have been. At the beginning I kept talking at the same time he did.. :O ...He basically called as a response to my email. (I think)...He said he got my email thanking him, and said "you're welcome." He also said he's not much of an email person. (good to know :)...He said he knew the piece he gave me wasn't the one I really wanted and I said, "no, I really like it!" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me about what he has been up to. He has been settling into his new place, set up his studio, and did a commission. He also found a park to walk his dog at. He says that's what wakes him up in the morning because he doesn't drink coffee. He also was able to paint again for the first time in about 3 weeks, and I commented that must have felt good :) I asked him if he would be staying in his new city forever and he said probably not, but he was really into it right now. I said that was how I felt about my current city, and eventually I want to end up in the Pacific Northwest where the "outdoorsy" people are...He said it sounds like it. (I have told him this before). He said he should probably go (get off the phone)...and eluded to something he had to do. I said if he ever felt like calling he could, if he wanted to do our old "suck it, lick it" routine. (We used to say this back and forth to one another :)...He said Ok, I'll talk to you soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he mean it? Will he be talking to me soon???? Am I supposed to call him, or will he call me? What does this mean??? :O ...My friend David said it means I am on his "list." (ie: of friends)...maybe he just called to be polite in response to my email????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the new guys who are now sharing Josh's studio lease said that he thought Josh would be back in like a month to bring more paintings :)...this excites me...I shouldn't get to excited though...I think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1970045336057048198?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1970045336057048198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1970045336057048198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1970045336057048198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1970045336057048198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/josh-called-d.html' title='Josh Called!!! :D'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-8747223243737910740</id><published>2009-06-07T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:55:03.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Slowly Moving in with Sam...</title><content type='html'>I have been moving boxes of my stuff over to Sam's house this week. I am happy I will be saving money, but I will miss living on my own in a way-- I'm a pretty private person. I really don't like people I know, knowing that much about me, unless they are a close friend. Sam and I are pretty good friends though, so I think we will be OK-- especially with the dog there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder if this may help with communications with Josh down the road. It may be a long shot but you never know...maybe next time Josh is in town he will come and visit Sam...He did say though, that his only really close friends still in this town are his former roomate (a girl) and his former model who is a pharmacist...I also can't help but wonder if Josh will ever ask Sam about our living situation...(You never know)...and hopefully Sam will say something good, and Josh will realize I am not an insane person who parties everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when (if ever) I will hear from Josh...maybe not until he returns to town? I hope he doesn't come back during one of my absenses...I have 2 trips planned this summer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-8747223243737910740?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/8747223243737910740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=8747223243737910740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8747223243737910740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8747223243737910740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/slowly-moving-in-with-sam.html' title='Slowly Moving in with Sam...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-920084795015381201</id><published>2009-06-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:22:31.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lullaby'/><title type='text'>I Spoke With My Friend Beth on Facebook Tonight......</title><content type='html'>She is the one who is having a rapturous love affair with my artist friend David. (they share a studio)...I told her that Josh left me an original work of art. She seemed to think this was something special. She said she would not leave an original work of art for someone unless they meant something to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me very happy :) Granted, it was a quicker original for him-- (a drawing/painting) and he works quickly.....probably took him like an hour or two vs. 10-- but still!!! Beth's input made me happy. She is one of the two people in my city who know the "full" Josh story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss him. He is gone. I have not heard from him. This does not surprise me, but makes me sad. I only emailed him a day ago though, I have no idea whether or not he will ever email me back...or call me...in terms of calls I think I left the ball in his court....I have been listening to this song a lot the last few days...maybe it's because it makes a reference to Dali and his wife Gala???? I actually mostly enjoy the melody...I discovered just a day or two ago there is an artist reference--our song perhaps? I have no idea...I would love it if we could have a song though...'cause ya know I'm sappy like that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zBR8h4kBdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zBR8h4kBdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-920084795015381201?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/920084795015381201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=920084795015381201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/920084795015381201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/920084795015381201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-spoke-with-my-friend-beth-on-facebook.html' title='I Spoke With My Friend Beth on Facebook Tonight......'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-7248831738798566638</id><published>2009-06-04T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:22:51.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>I Almost Called Josh but Then I Chickened Out...</title><content type='html'>Instead, I contacted him through his website. This is what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the painting! :) I definitely wasn't expecting that, and really appreciate it-- thank you. I love your series with the abstracted couples. I almost called you to thank you, but I am guessing you are probably pretty busy right now, so I didn't want to bug ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you made it  down there safely and that your cat was sufficiently drugged :D...Was your dog OK? I hope so-- give her a big hug and kiss for me! :D...I hope you are diggin your new place too, and that everything is going great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I decided to contact him through his websight instead of calling for a variety of reasons. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't want to seem desperate&lt;br /&gt;2) I have pretty bad social anxiety, and worry I would start rambling like an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;   and say something stupid, and/or make myself look stupid...I just worry about &lt;br /&gt;   generally embarrassing myself I guess.&lt;br /&gt;3) David didn't think I should call. He liked the idea of the email. He said he &lt;br /&gt;   thought Josh just gave me the picture because perhaps he felt badly about how &lt;br /&gt;   hard he has been on me lately. (like this was a way of apologizing or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this kind of puts the ball in his court, so to speak. It will be interesting &lt;br /&gt;to see if he emails me back at all, or ever contacts me. I don't have my hopes up, but you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-7248831738798566638?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/7248831738798566638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=7248831738798566638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7248831738798566638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7248831738798566638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-almost-called-josh-but-then-i.html' title='I Almost Called Josh but Then I Chickened Out...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-8698515725095230631</id><published>2009-06-03T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:22:11.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>The Second Post of the Day...</title><content type='html'>I can't seemt to stop blogging when I have shit on my mind. It's therapuetic for me I guess. And since I don't have health insurance, or a therapist...I might as well write about it to get it off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought another load of stuff to Sam's house tonight. The last thing I brought in was a sewing machine and the picture Josh gave me. I put it on the kitche table adn said, "look what Josh gave me, isn't that awesome?!?!" Sam said something to the effect of "yeah," and seemed pleasantly surprised...I said I wasn't expecting it at all but I really like it. I also commented I had to get it out of my house before my ex boyfriend saw it. Sam asked me something like, "is he jealous?" I said probably, but there is nothing to be jealous of, because I never slept with Josh. Sam said "there are still things to be jealous of though." I said, "yeah, but I don't think Josh was ever really attracted to me." Sam replied, "well Josh has a type-- he goes for blondes with mega careers, who look like they are 18."...he also made a comment on knowing what your type is doesn't have be be a bad thing. I said "I know." and also something like, well that's part of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sam basically confirmed I am not Josh's type. It's odd, that one night when we were all drunk (Sam, Kim, and I) he seemed to think I had a shot, as Josh thought my x-rays were pretty hot, adn he requested to see them again. Perhaps Sam has learned something about the situation since then. I have no idea whether or not Sam has discussed any of this with Josh. I felt pretty good this afternoon, but now I feel shot down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sam I was going to go and paint, but when I got there I didn't feel like it. I got some takeout and ate it at my studio. Then I came home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-8698515725095230631?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/8698515725095230631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=8698515725095230631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8698515725095230631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8698515725095230631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-post-of-day.html' title='The Second Post of the Day...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2585243273158022816</id><published>2009-06-03T14:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:54:24.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>And the Plot Thickens...</title><content type='html'>Wow...well maybe A LITTLE...Maybe I am just wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had not been up at my studio since the night Josh left, and as previously stated I didn't see him that one last time. I didn't want to humiliate myself..I popped up there today to bring some art stuff up from my apartment....and what did I find????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An original work of art by Josh. Yes, it is true... :D ....It wasn't one of his huge oil paintings or anything, but still-- wow! I wasn't expecting that at all-- totally caught me off guard. It is one of his abstract drawings of a man and a woman embracing. He wrote a tiny note on the back of one of his business cards, and taped it to the package. Here's what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kelly&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   Sorry it's not the original&lt;br /&gt;you wanted but it's an original&lt;br /&gt;for you! Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This is very flattering. Maybe this means we can in the very least be friends or something? I want to call and thank him but I am nervous. I really should though...Perhaps I should show this to Sam and get his opinion on the matter. He knows Josh well, and also knows how I feel about him. As shitty as I have been feeling about the situation, this makes me feel a little better at least :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2585243273158022816?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2585243273158022816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2585243273158022816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2585243273158022816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2585243273158022816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-plot-thickens_03.html' title='And the Plot Thickens...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-668021034431465812</id><published>2009-06-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:18:17.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>Josh is Gone...Back to Reality...</title><content type='html'>Kind of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the day off today. I haven't taken a day off from going to the studios in over a month. This happened for a couple reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have really been into the painting I have been working on&lt;br /&gt;2) Wanted to have every opportunity to potentially spend time with Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being there did not help the Josh situation. Perhaps he just thought-- man! that girl doesn't have a life...who knows, but anyway, I took a day off, just like back in the days when I was still with my ex-boyfriend and not chasing the boys at the studios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went and did some errands with Sam today, as he is temporarily without a car, and I will be moving in with him during the next week or so...I met the dog today too! She's a sweetie :)-- I am very much looking forward to having a dog, I think it will be therapuetic...sometimes I have significant issues with social anxiety, even around Sam occassionaly-- so the dog will help. I am fairly comfortable with Sam though, more so than most people in my city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went through some of my stuff and boxed up some things for the move. I think I may bring the first load over tomorrow...it is time for me to focus on my shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-668021034431465812?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/668021034431465812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=668021034431465812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/668021034431465812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/668021034431465812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/josh-is-goneback-to-reality.html' title='Josh is Gone...Back to Reality...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6429327133017201329</id><published>2009-06-01T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:08:39.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>No Goodbyes...</title><content type='html'>No fanfare...nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is best this way. I saw Josh briefly today, as he was in and out of the studio moving stuff to his vehicle. There was brief, normal chit chat that co-workers would have, but nothing special. I left around 5:30 and was at home for almost 2 hours. I then returned to my studio and saw he had been back in my absence, and had taken what was most likely the second to last load. I stuck around for about a half hour. I actually felt like painting, but felt odd being there. When he showed up for the last load I didn't want him to think I was waiting for him, like a fucking stalker or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wanted a last goodbye, but at the same time it would be hard. Particularly because he is moving, and apparently not into me. It would be like pouring salt in the wound. I have already had enough awkwardness with him in the last month. He knows how I feel about things, and he doesn't want to go there. Why make his last night here awkward for him. Or for me. He pulls out of town around 6 AM tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6429327133017201329?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6429327133017201329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6429327133017201329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6429327133017201329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6429327133017201329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-goodbyes.html' title='No Goodbyes...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5915474664470047403</id><published>2009-05-31T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:37:13.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>I'm Really Glad the Mercury Retrograde is Over...</title><content type='html'>For those of you out there in cyberspace who are not familiar with mercury in retrograde, it basically means communications get totally fucked up. This explains some of the Josh problems perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a slightly normal conversation. He was up at the studio doing some things to get his studio in order and he chatted with me a bit. We talked about the career stuff and he said he got so frustrated when he talked to me about this, as he is under the impression I don't know what I want to do. I said I know, we don't have to talk about it. I tried to explain to him again, that I do want to do art for a living, but I am very practical and like to have a steady paycheck. I said I am trying to decide on what type of day job to support my art, until the art takes off (or if it doesn't). I THINK he kind of gets where I am coming from now, even though it drives him nuts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kind of stupid, so I began to walk away, and he then said I hope you don't think I am being too hard on you. I said I didn't think he was being too hard on me, but he did hurt my feelings a few days ago when he said no one here has any hopes and dreams, and he lumped me into that category. He said he was sorry. I said it's OK. Maybe now that the retrograde is over he gets where I'm coming from a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked a bit about his plans for the week as he arrives in his new city. He'll be getting furniture and such, and then he will start to paint again, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another interesting side note: my exboyfriend was cleaning his stuff out of my apartment last night, and had a spare key. So he bursts into my apartment at 2 AM, when I am asleep and says something to the effect of: "I"m taking the external harddrive!...and who are you out sleeping with?!?!" I was groggy and half asleep adn told him the truth-- I'm not sleeping with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatley, I have no sex life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5915474664470047403?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5915474664470047403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5915474664470047403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5915474664470047403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5915474664470047403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-really-glad-mercury-retrograde-is.html' title='I&apos;m Really Glad the Mercury Retrograde is Over...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3742011616035521520</id><published>2009-05-31T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:47:33.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>It's Over, No Hope..</title><content type='html'>With Josh I mean. More than apparent. We had a little party for him up at the studios. I had plenty of liquor...Josh was jovial. At one point when I was pouring myself some more tequilla Sam said, "I caught ya!" Apparently I am getting a reputation as a partier...anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point David said something like, "if a guy ever sings you this song, then you know he loves you'"...etc...I said no man has ever sung me a song, but my ex did buy me roses on occassion. I also said I knew I was probably going to be alone and that I will be a wierd old dog lady...Josh said, "With an attitude like that you will be!"...he's a happy guy and does not like pessimists..he hung out with us artists for a couple of hours, but didn't really look at me while he told his stories. Later I chatted with him alone briefly. I asked him about his earliest childhood memory and he said it was probably when he went to kindergarden...I recall he also said I should not be so hard on myself. Yeah...that's easy...then he left the party to go hang out with some other friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3742011616035521520?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3742011616035521520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3742011616035521520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3742011616035521520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3742011616035521520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-over-no-hope.html' title='It&apos;s Over, No Hope..'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5858931375481649910</id><published>2009-05-30T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:29:51.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking things'/><title type='text'>Perhaps I Will Never Be Invited to a Party Again... :O</title><content type='html'>Apparently the girl who's bed I broke is REALLY pissed. That is understandable. I said I would pay for it though, even though I am tight on cash. She felt she was totally disrespected and stuff. I would never go in to someones home and break something intentionally (or non-intentionally) and just blow it off and not feel bad. So anyway, her boyfriend called this morning about the bed and I agreed to give them $200 for the bed. She is pissed though, because it is an Ikea bed, and the shipping would be over $350 in addition to the cost of the bed. So the long and short of it is that they will be getting a new bed, but not Ikea, which I will pay for, and she is still pissed. The embarrassing part is that most of the people at this party work in the same place I do, though they are not artists. Josh was there too. Another reason for him to think I am an insane irresponsible person. Great. I seem to keep making matters worse for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5858931375481649910?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5858931375481649910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5858931375481649910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5858931375481649910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5858931375481649910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/perhaps-i-will-never-be-invited-to.html' title='Perhaps I Will Never Be Invited to a Party Again... :O'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-8899533938041132135</id><published>2009-05-29T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:21:24.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>The Wild Night..Unforuntately, no sex though...</title><content type='html'>So Josh was up at the studios today, and at one point asked me if I was going to the concert in the park. I said I didn't know there was a concert (I didn't-- I don't pay attention to such things, top self absorbed).....Knowing this, I ended up going to the concert. Some people from work saw me there and flagged me down. My friend "Maureen" found me and said I was wandering around like I was looking for someone. She said she thought I was looking for "Josh&gt;"...shit,...does everybody know????I said I was looking for beer...and also my friend Kim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up in the mosh pit drinking beer and jumping up and down. I caught up with most of them after the concert. We went to a house. Josh was there....I played the drums and accidentally broke a bed...I jumped on it.. :O...I said I would pay for it...I feel bad...I hope she calls me...I will totally pay her back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The just of the story is that Josh and I ignored each other even though we were both drinking. I ignored him because I didnt' want to seem needy...maybe he ignored me because he can't stand me....whatever...I dont' know...he did give the eye to the 21 year old in the mini skirt though...made me wanna fucking puke...she is the sister of one of our friends,.....he flirted at ONE point with me earlier, but only that one point....he was OBVIOUSLY fucked up...,most likely alcohol and weed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically he ignored me...but oddly enough watched out for me in a way...at one point  shots of wiskey were purchased and he wouldn't let me have one. I wanted one and he tried to give it to someone else, I kept reaching for it...I said I would behave myself. another dude gave me part of his shot and Josh said, "that guy is out of here."...we then left, he oggled the little girl...and another dude (who is sweet and trustworthy (walked me home)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why was Josh checking out the young gal instead of me? Was it because she was younger or drunker? :(...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: when we were all going to part ways Josh asked me if I was good and I said yes. I hugged him and said something to the effect of, "I can hold back when I need to" and I told him to have a good night. I kissed him on the cheek, as he most likely thought of the other gal...One of my other friends walked me home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-8899533938041132135?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/8899533938041132135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=8899533938041132135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8899533938041132135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8899533938041132135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/wild-nightunforuntately-no-sex-though.html' title='The Wild Night..Unforuntately, no sex though...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6393164076704550961</id><published>2009-05-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:36:47.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>NADA....Zilch...yes, it is true....</title><content type='html'>No signs of Josh at the studios today, unless he got there way earlier than I did. I think he is avoiding me. So be it....it makes me sad though. I miss his friendship and raunchy obnoxious banter if nothing else. He must have been with "friends" today. I think he pulls out of town permanently on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said yesterday, most of his true friends have already left town. He said his only "good/true" friends still in town are his former model (who is a pharmacist and makes $120,000 per year, and his former roommate (a girl) who is an architect/baddass bartender...apparently they are both strong woman-- I am the opposite of that-- a total weakling...I am guessing he may have told one or both of them about my unrequited love for him...not because  I am anything special, but because it feels good to be admired...if someone had a thing for me I might tell a couple of my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today his "neighbor" with the big boobs showed up-- 6 PMish. This was the gal he made the comment to another artist about-- how she had big boobs adn was wearing a tank top at the dog park. She showed up in a cute little dress and asked for Josh's phone number. I gave it to her natur-ally....I think she probably wants to do him or something...we all do...I will say though, other than her boobs, she is not much to look at...not that I should talk, but she doesn't seem like his type. He likes petite woman who are cute and makeupy....she is tall and not overly beautiful...big boobs though...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows what he did today. I am trying not to think about it. He will be gone in a few days, and perhaps I can move on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6393164076704550961?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6393164076704550961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6393164076704550961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6393164076704550961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6393164076704550961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/nadazilchyes-it-is-true.html' title='NADA....Zilch...yes, it is true....'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3062483349418262295</id><published>2009-05-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:53:58.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>The Final Nail in the Coffin...??? :(</title><content type='html'>This makes me sad. I was really into this guy Josh. He has been doing the usual "avoiding" me for the most part, but with a little chit chat here and there. He has had opportunities to invite me places, spend time with me...blah blah blah...but he hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I had a few beers with my artist buddy David (he's the dude who's in his late 50's), and we talked about life and relationships. I then got back to the studios and Josh was there. I chatted with him a bit and discovered more about him, and perhaps why he is not into me...This conversation took place in his studio, and as I had a few beers in me I mustered up the courage to talk to him a bit more than I had in recent memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he would leave right now if he could, and he was merely waiting on his lease. He also commented more on people in out city not really having any dreams, and partying too much. I find this odd personally, as he drinks quite a bit, and one of his good friends is becoming an anesthesiologist...anyway, I think basically he is trying to get away from the party scene to improve his life...maybe he thinks I am a partier??? I drink some with friends, but I don't go to bars alone or anything...As my friend David said, Josh is hard on people. Even Josh has said this...his expectations are very high. I am the opposite. I am hard on myself, but quite lenient with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh even commented on how he grouped me in with those types who don't know what they want to do. That hurt a bit. I do know what I want to do, but don't have the confidence he has. He asked me if I had decided what I wanted to do, and I told him I want to be an artist. I also commented I am extremely practical, and know I need to do something in addition to this. He said he didn't understand the lack of confidence thing, and couldn't relate to it. I told him I was picked on a lot as a teenager and never really fit it-- that was probably a big part of it. I also said I had to "de-program" my brain in this city, and get away from the beliefs that were instilled in me by my family. I was raised in such a way where I thought I had to have a masters degree or Phd or something to be acceptable-- to be some type of white collar person...I basically said I am slowly coming into my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing he said was that his former girlfriend was SO postitive, about everything she did-- and that really drew him to her. I can't remember what I said before this, but he said this about his ex in response to what I said...it was almost like another way of shooting me down-- I am too negative about myself..He also commented that the dating pool here is small and he doesn't like to date other artists because he doesn't like to date people like himself. What the hell is that supposed to mean??? Other than the fact that he just is not that into me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sam popped in and we all chatted for a while. Josh said he was going to some person's house for a few beers, and Sam knew these people too. He invited Sam to stop by, but not me. And there is the final nail in the coffin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3062483349418262295?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3062483349418262295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3062483349418262295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3062483349418262295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3062483349418262295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-nail-in-coffin.html' title='The Final Nail in the Coffin...??? :('/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-647093309181512916</id><published>2009-05-26T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:22:24.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Alone...</title><content type='html'>I am temporarily writing about my lack of love life on this blog, as my other one is on hiatus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going on. Josh is in town for a week "relaxing" as his new lease in his new city does not start until June 1. I haven't really gotten much more than a "hello" when he pops up into the studios, and then he disappears. I think he leaves permanently on Sunday. (but he'll be back every couple of months to drop off paintings at the gallery he shows at here)...Today he was golfing with his friends apparently. I spoke to my ex boyfriend Greg today, who lives across the country. He explained to me that if Josh had any interest in me he would make an effort to spend time with me. He has not....My other friend from the same city as Greg, who I will call "Hannah", seems to think he is just focusing on moving and does not want to hurt me...whatever...either way I will have to deal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!!!! Josh is so my type... ;(...He is funny, crass, confident, athletic...a bit of a bad boy, but really a good boy...and he has broad shoulders...anda  tatoo.... :) ...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is apparently trying to sublet his studio-- perhaps his philandering ways caught up with him...Sam said Alex was trying to get rid of his studio because he's not making enough money there...DUH!!!! That's because he's NEVER there...how can you sell shit if you are not there? he was gone for 2 ENTIRE months, and after than he shows up like once a week...That is his karma...he fucked over and hurt multiple women, avoided the studios, and as a result is not making any money there. I hope he enjoys his life...living off his school teacher common law wife and looking at internet porn on a daily basis...luckily the flirting with Josh helped me get over that asshole....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this leaves me in an interesting position. The dude I fucked and was mega into is leaving the studios...the guy I was REALLY into and made out with is moving to another city...and the guy who was kind of my fuck buddy is the guy who I will soon be rooming with!!! :D ...geez...my life is rather surreal/bizarre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-647093309181512916?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/647093309181512916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=647093309181512916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/647093309181512916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/647093309181512916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/alone.html' title='Alone...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6577937264079182942</id><published>2009-05-26T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:26:31.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockign user'/><title type='text'>I Have Temporarily Put my Other Blog on Private Status...</title><content type='html'>I have no idea who that person is who started following my other blog. Since I susupected it was someone in the same city I blocked the user. The person then signed up as a follower of my blog again. Shit! So I temporarily set it up so that only I can read it...I think...I'm not very good with the formatting crap. I might make a copy of the whole blog for my own archives, and then delete it, and start over. I hope I don't have to resort to that though. There has got to be an easier way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6577937264079182942?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6577937264079182942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6577937264079182942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6577937264079182942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6577937264079182942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-temporarily-put-my-other-blog-on.html' title='I Have Temporarily Put my Other Blog on Private Status...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1230655117210153972</id><published>2009-05-25T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:52:40.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonymity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovering your identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I Fear I Have Been Discovered...</title><content type='html'>I really hope not. I like being anonymous and writing is therapeutic for me. I had a new follower on my other blog, that had a naughty link on it. The link itself was naughty (to each his own, but not my thing), but the BAD part was that the web page link mentioned my city. You know..."find sexy blah blah blah in (your city). Does this person know where and who I am? It fucking freaked me out! :O ....I worry that this person maybe in my city. This city is cool enough to attract tourists, but small enough where everyone in the art scene knows everyone else. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to have to delete my other blog. I'll have to feel this one out a bit. I the mean time...I'm nervous...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1230655117210153972?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1230655117210153972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1230655117210153972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1230655117210153972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1230655117210153972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-fear-i-have-been-discovered.html' title='I Fear I Have Been Discovered...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1271302060354898772</id><published>2009-05-08T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:42:03.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Umm...</title><content type='html'>Why do I always fall for men I can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: boyfriend #1...much older and never wanted to marry...we are still    &lt;br /&gt;           friends, he is very supportive of me emotionally&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit 2: alcoholic with no interest in sex.....but he really is a good friend&lt;br /&gt;exhibit 3: really hot artist dude who is in a long term relatioship with someone    &lt;br /&gt;           else...mental/emotional connection...hot sex...he won't talk to me &lt;br /&gt;           anymore...probably because he fears I will mess up his "safe" situation&lt;br /&gt;exhibit 4: hot art dude who is kind of a jock and is moving away soon...(within &lt;br /&gt;           days)...we have similar boisterous personaltities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I seek out situations in which I am doomed to fail??? Or maybe I just like a challenge???? I hope something will work out eventually....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1271302060354898772?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1271302060354898772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1271302060354898772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1271302060354898772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1271302060354898772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/05/umm.html' title='Umm...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-416810989419681602</id><published>2009-04-29T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:45:38.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>I am Overwhelmingly Frustrated with my Current Situation...</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what to do at this point. I feel as though I am at a crossroads. I always feel this way though...Seriously, there is a reason why this blog is called "What's Wrong With Me."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the psychiatrist I saw at the free clinic, what's wrong with me is that I have re-occurring major drepssion, generalized anxiety disorder, and bulimia. In the past I had more labels as well....I fucking hate labels, so I'm glad I dont' have as many as I used to...anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel restless. I can't concentrate. I can't get anything done. I am too busy obsessing about my love life-- or lack there of, or what I should REALLY be doing with my life. I love the "idea" of being an artist, but I am a very practical person, and desire a steady paycheck. Alas, with a bachelor's degree in fine art, I'm not sure what my other options are-- other than retail...and I fucking hate retail...I am too introverted to be sales person...I hope I get me disability benefits back. I'm not as fucked up as when I got them the first time, but I'm still fucked up, so there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend it to be a permanent solution though. I want to be a productive person and do something with myself. I think it would help me though for now, as I am struggling in various ways....I am not really functioning like a normal person to tell you the truth. I can balance my budget, and make a sandwhich, but that's about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday when I am more stable I will go back to school for another degree. I'm just not sure for what exactly. I have a passion for medical science, but I suck at science. I absolutely love animals, but again, I suck at science....maybe I should be an accountant...I'm good at math...or at least I used to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-416810989419681602?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/416810989419681602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=416810989419681602' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/416810989419681602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/416810989419681602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-overwhelmingly-frustrated-with-my.html' title='I am Overwhelmingly Frustrated with my Current Situation...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-8727440111030694269</id><published>2009-04-26T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:24:05.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what movie is your life?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dukes of Hazzard'/><title type='text'>What Movie is Your Life?</title><content type='html'>This is a quiz I took on Facebook :) I love this answer-- The movie that is my life is "The Dukes Of Hazzard" in certain ways it totally fits me, in other ways not. I will say, I'm a down to earth gal who loves an adventure. I would like to think I am not a redneck though...not that there's anything wrong with that necessarily. I would rather hang out with a redneck than an intellectual snob who looks down his/her nose at anyone who is not familiar with Plato and Aristotle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch this show when I was a kid too--sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRX4mlFi06A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRX4mlFi06A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-8727440111030694269?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/8727440111030694269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=8727440111030694269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8727440111030694269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8727440111030694269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-movie-is-your-life.html' title='What Movie is Your Life?'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1595988570255547377</id><published>2009-04-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:19:30.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improving oneself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Yesterday:</title><content type='html'>The Good Things (Karma):&lt;br /&gt;1) I volunteered agan&lt;br /&gt;2) I didn't flirt with Sam, and I refuse to seduce him (Kim is too nice of a person)&lt;br /&gt;3) I gave the artist across the way from me half of my sub sandwhich because he was &lt;br /&gt;   hungry. (It was the least I could do, he has listed to me complain about Alex for&lt;br /&gt;   the last 6 months-- and he sold one of my little prints)...&lt;br /&gt;4) Kim asked me if I wanted to grab a bite with her and Sam and I declined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad Things:&lt;br /&gt;1) Had pissed off angry thoughts about Alex and how he will never talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;2) Was jealous of Sam and Kim's relationship, even though Sam is not my type-- they &lt;br /&gt;   are good together...&lt;br /&gt;3) Kim said she owes their relationship to me (because I nudged them along)...that&lt;br /&gt;   made me feel a little guilty because she doesn't know how recently I slept with &lt;br /&gt;   him&lt;br /&gt;4) pissed at Sam because he had sex with me a few times, but never took me "out" or &lt;br /&gt;   called...he calls Kim and takes her "out"...&lt;br /&gt;5) as a result of all of the above, drank too much wine last night&lt;br /&gt;6) feeling sorry for myself again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1595988570255547377?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1595988570255547377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1595988570255547377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1595988570255547377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1595988570255547377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday:'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-56734878510565052</id><published>2009-04-14T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:55:15.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improving oneself'/><title type='text'>Update on Project "Improve Myself"...</title><content type='html'>I have avoided flirting with Sam...I know Kim really likes him...I have spent at least 6 hours at my art studio the past 2 days-- I have not been a slacker...And I earned about $130 in the last 2 days..for most people this is peanuts, but for me this is a lot...(these were mostly little prints :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also made an effort to be happy...I've been talking to the tourists and really (genuinely) enjoying it...Like today, this family came in-- 2 parents and 3 kids. I loved talking to them, enterainted the kids a bit, enjoyed their company. (and they bout 3 prints)!!!!! I wasn't being fake either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a theory I heard once-- if you smile, it might actually make you happy...like some kind of chemistry changes in your brain or something...Anyway, the mom was so happy she insisted on getting a picture of me with her 3 kids and their prints :)-- it was so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go and volunteer tomorrow, but I fear I won't get up in time-- now I feel guilty..(luckily, it's one of those things where you just show up..you don't have to make an appointment)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-56734878510565052?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/56734878510565052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=56734878510565052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/56734878510565052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/56734878510565052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-on-project-improve-myself.html' title='Update on Project &quot;Improve Myself&quot;...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-7259001630742059337</id><published>2009-04-12T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:04:35.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improving oneself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><title type='text'>I started project "Improve Myself" Yesterday :)</title><content type='html'>I did go and do some volunteering in the AM, and in the afternoon I behaved myself. This basically means I didn't get overly flirtatious with Sam up at the studios, as my friend Kim likes him. The only really BAD thing I did yesterday was that I let my ex-boyfriend buy me stuff...I do feel a little guilty about letting him buy me lunch and renting us movies, as I know I can never get back together with him. I do like having him as a friend though. Life is confusing...I am trying to balance my karma, and make sure that it is good karma...the karma of lately seems to have been bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-7259001630742059337?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/7259001630742059337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=7259001630742059337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7259001630742059337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7259001630742059337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-started-project-improve-myself.html' title='I started project &quot;Improve Myself&quot; Yesterday :)'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5549024706539216021</id><published>2009-04-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:41:54.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catharsis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>I don't like the person I have become...</title><content type='html'>I have been experiencing a lot of introspection lately, and I have done some really shitty things in my life-- particularly in the last year. I have become a woman who cheated on her boyfriend, can't get over the guy she cheated with (and can't have), a woman who slept with a guy one of her friends likes, and a woman who is not employed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, I'm not one to judge others-- to each his own, you know? I just don't like that this has become my life. I used to be sweet, innocent and kinda smart....I think I liked myself better when I treated people with honesty. I will be this person again. I have decided to start by volunteering...(and not fucking other woman's husbands)...unless of course it's Alex, than I would have trouble resisting..(I'm horrible)...though I still don't think he will ever talk to me again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5549024706539216021?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5549024706539216021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5549024706539216021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5549024706539216021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5549024706539216021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-like-person-i-have-become.html' title='I don&apos;t like the person I have become...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1109603837885294366</id><published>2009-04-09T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:07:02.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulimia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>I Finally am Getting My Hearing...</title><content type='html'>For my disability case...For anyone who is not farmiliar with me-- I am a fucked up artist who makes no money. I actually used to be on disability when I was in my early to mid 20's because  of my depression/anxiety/bulima...etc...and other assorted issues. I had to be in an eating disorder clinic a couple of times, and also had to hae a blood transfusion once because I was severly anemic....anyway, the long and short of it is I went of disability in my mid twenties because I wanted to try and be "normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work. I pretty much had problems at most of the many jobs I have had since then, as a result of my "problems." For instance, my last full time job I had a couple of panic attacks, started crying, and was subsequently fired. (although a few months after the fact)...then last summer I lost another job because I have trouble concentrating and keep making stupid mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reapplied for disability and got rejected. They said they took my age and education level into consideration. (I only have a bachelor's degree-- and it's useless)!!!-- fine art...Anyway, they also said they found no evidence that I have ever had a disability...Uh...I used to be on disability....dumbasses...there are obviously missing records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a lawyer, and my hearing is in mid-May. Then at least I can figure out where to proceed from here...It's been 2 years already!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1109603837885294366?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1109603837885294366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1109603837885294366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1109603837885294366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1109603837885294366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-finally-am-getting-my-hearing.html' title='I Finally am Getting My Hearing...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6165365048491869097</id><published>2009-04-02T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:34:27.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>The Panic of Aging...</title><content type='html'>I have nothing against aging persay-- it is unavoidable. What freaks me out is that I am at an age where I feel very "behind" my peers. Almost delayed perhaps-- and I feel like it's too late to catch up. I am referring to a lack of career and any basic job skills of course. So much has changed since I was in college-- it's all technology now, I feel to intimidated and too old to go back. I know it's not a competition, and I don't look at it as so. I just don't like feeling like a loser. Do I really want my Dad paying my rent when I am 40? What happened to my life??? I am thankful for the help of course, don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year that goes by I feel I have wasted-- another year of schooling, etc..gone by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6165365048491869097?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6165365048491869097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6165365048491869097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6165365048491869097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6165365048491869097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/04/panic-of-aging.html' title='The Panic of Aging...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6124784757180707910</id><published>2009-03-30T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:33:05.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>The Passion</title><content type='html'>I need to write about this. Seriously-- before I forget. 4 months have lapsed now since my last interaction with Alex. I deleted all my other posts about our interations (because I'm fucking stupid), so lets see what I can remember of our little love affair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met him in January of 2008. I was up at the studios "exploring"-- I wondered who got the open studio-- it was him. (I was on the waiting list)...I remember the first time I met him. He was sitting on his little swivel chair and talking to me. He was so calm and confident-- overwhelmingly attractive. For some reason I thought he was a couple of years older than me. Perhaps it was his calm, cool demeanor. Turns out he's 2 months younger than me. We are both currently 31...It was a brief innocent chat, but I felt at ease. I remember this. And I remember he was attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into the next open studio in March of 2008. Over the next couple of months I chatted with him on and off. I remember he and Same came over to see my studio and Sam introduced him as some odd sounding name. It was interesting they both came over to check out my studio at the same time-- like they were taking a field trip or something....(spring 2008). Some time over the spring I developed a crush on Alex. I know we talked, but I can't remember about what. I recall looking for him out in the courtyard, it made me happy and excited...we had a "vibe"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the early summer I belive, I came to the conclusion Alex was a player. I saw him with Sam's skinny little horsefaced art assistant. They were walking up the stairs together and she had this "look" on her face. (and of course she's 7 years younger than me, and also taller and skinnier-- in terms of proportion anyway)...Happy/enthralled/in love-- you know that look...I ignored him for a while. I should have stuck with that instinct. Eventually he came to me...we started talking/flirting again...She disappeared... Perhaps Alex was bored in her absense, or fucking her in private-- I really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2009. One of the most passionate, and most stupid times in my life. We flirted intensely. Perhaps (in retrospect), it was a result of the absense of the horseface). I did not know that at the time of course...He had a way of looking at me as if I was naked. He asked me very personal questions, but not in a "pervey" way. He asked me about my life, my struggles, my pain. He got into my head, he got into my heart. It's almost as if he had a book of "gaining a women's trust and love so you can get into her pants"...I felt oddly close to him. And it's hard for me to feel this with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one of the first overtly sexual flirtations. I was making some kind of odd joke about how I was really born a man, but my thinie had been burned off in a freak circumsision accident...He said "really, can I see?"....and he meant it...he said it in this calm, serious...I want to look at your genitals kind of way...I think this was when the flirting got heavier...I think this was August??? Maybe early Sept???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More flirting, more intense personal conversations....He made some type of sexual comment (referring to us). I belive this must have been in Sept. I said something to the effect of-- "well, you'll have to use a condom, because I'm not on Birth control." This was when things became sort of serious...He later said he knew this was when it might actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save the rest for another post...long story...I think I will put this on my other blog too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6124784757180707910?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6124784757180707910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6124784757180707910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6124784757180707910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6124784757180707910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/03/passion.html' title='The Passion'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2047149655978249568</id><published>2009-03-28T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:36:57.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>I should be happy today...</title><content type='html'>I sold a painting today! Granted, it was a "little" painting, but it was grocery money. And then I sold 2 little prints. I felt great for a brief period of time. Until the end of the night, when it was just Alex and I. I thought he would come and talk to me, as we were alone in the building. He did not. I don't know if he realized I was alone, but he probably did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell can I not get over him???? these are the reasons I can think of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) he actually made me belive he cared about me-- perhaps to get into my pants. &lt;br /&gt;  (It worked asshole)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) wow...amazingly gorgeous dude...tall, "sinewy," bedroom eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) he always had that way of looking at me as though I was naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I really enjoyed it when we were both naked, and you know-- doing stuff...it was&lt;br /&gt;   probably the most passionate foreplay of my life, and the best sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) we were very good friends, I miss our conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I often want what I can't have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) He intrigues more than most men I have ever met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) refer to 1 through 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!! I want to forget, but I dont' want to forget. The memories fade a little, but I have these little fleeting memories of our times together. I wish I wouldn't have deleted all the juicy posts on my other blog...shit...oh yeah, if you did not know-- here is a link to my other blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mylovelifesucksass.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2047149655978249568?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2047149655978249568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2047149655978249568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2047149655978249568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2047149655978249568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-should-be-happy-today.html' title='I should be happy today...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3539532133861666545</id><published>2009-03-28T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:35:51.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relapse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>I Think I am Ready to Let go of my Ex...</title><content type='html'>For real, actually. I have been reluctant to remove my alcohohlic ex-boyfriend from my life, as I have often felt I don't really have much of a "support system" here so to speak. (I am a long way from home). Anyway, at this point perhaps I have enough friends where I will be "OK." I am broke and don't have a job, but not as scared as I was a few months ago. I am simplifying my life. I am eating sandwhiches instead of going out to buy a burger. I am probably going to move in with one of my artist friends when my lease is up in 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deal with the drama anymore. My ex called me in the middle of the night, saying he was drunk and he wanted me to come over. I can't do that anymore. I'm not going to do that anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3539532133861666545?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3539532133861666545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3539532133861666545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3539532133861666545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3539532133861666545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-am-ready-to-let-go-of-my-ex.html' title='I Think I am Ready to Let go of my Ex...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-7978497727053314606</id><published>2009-03-25T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:00:03.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrinkles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>I'm Starting to Look my Age...</title><content type='html'>And it's really pissing me off!!!! Ok, I still get people thinking I'm in my twenties, and I'm in my early 30's. But something has shifted in the last 2 years. Basically I have more lines, and deeper lines. And also quite a bit of gray in my temples. I think that is either from stress or tequila. (Although I cut down on the alcohol because it was making me chubby). Anyway, I'm not liking my appearance these days, and really don't want to resort to botox. I don't think I can afford botox anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize perhaps I am focusing on my aging, because other aspects of my life are not going well. (ie: broke, no career, and no boyfriend)...I need something to feel good about...I hope I sell a large original painting soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-7978497727053314606?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/7978497727053314606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=7978497727053314606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7978497727053314606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7978497727053314606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-starting-to-look-my-age.html' title='I&apos;m Starting to Look my Age...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-8909176809891008818</id><published>2009-03-19T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:34:03.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Alex was at the studios today</title><content type='html'>And he ignored me. In fact, he left within a few minutes of my arrival there. Fucking asshole. How can you be sexually involved with someone on an ongoing basis, and just blow them off...MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, he had one "Normal" conversation with me 2 months ago before I went on vacation. Said he'd take me for a burger or something when I got back so we could talk. 2 MONTHS AGO!!!!! What a fucking prick!!!! Karma comes around for sure. I know-- this is one of the worst fucking deprssions I have experienced in my life (the last few months). I'm sure it will come back to him as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-8909176809891008818?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/8909176809891008818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=8909176809891008818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8909176809891008818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8909176809891008818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/03/alex-was-at-studios-today.html' title='Alex was at the studios today'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2856700920539860412</id><published>2009-03-17T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:54:44.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrogance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Perhaps I am the Problem...</title><content type='html'>For a large portion of my life I thought everyone else was the problem. A common thought, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could the whole world, with over 5 billion people be in the wrong, and I be in the right? (sorry if this was not stated in proper English by the way)...granted this is a broad generalization-- but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my childhood friends. Maybe it wasn't cause they were snobby, maybe it was because I was hyper and obnoxious. The boys in college didn't take interest in me-- maybe it wasn't because they were arrogant-- maybe it was cause I dressed like a little tomboy and had no self esteem. I had problems at most crappy paying jobs I've had since college-- maybe the people weren't all totatlly stupid/inept (though some definitely were to some degree)-- maybe it was because I was an arrogant little shit who thought I was better than the job. (A degree from a good university doesn't mean shit I have discovered if it's just in art and you have no job skills)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I am over myself. I have realized I had an ego, and perhaps I shouldn't have. I am a little fish in a huge pond now. Insted of a medium sized fish in a little one...ya know...but how do I put this realization to use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't figured that out totally, except I am slightly more humbled perhaps. Still feeling sorry for myself, but humbled nonetheless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2856700920539860412?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2856700920539860412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2856700920539860412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2856700920539860412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2856700920539860412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/03/perhaps-i-am-problem.html' title='Perhaps I am the Problem...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5890650008707156954</id><published>2009-03-16T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:46:23.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starving artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Kiss Rocker Transitions into Painting</title><content type='html'>http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Kiss-rocker-transitions-painter/ss/events/en/031609paulstanleyart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say so much, but I will refrain...no wait, I won't-- I have nothing to lose...If some average fuckhead off the street did this is would be ignored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying he sucks, cause he doesn't, I'm just saying, I've seen just as good, as some better, but not recognized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate my life...(and I'm not just talking about me-- I'm talking about society)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5890650008707156954?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5890650008707156954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5890650008707156954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5890650008707156954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5890650008707156954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss-rocker-transitions-into-painting.html' title='Kiss Rocker Transitions into Painting'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-7060102154869900656</id><published>2009-03-10T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:23:15.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housewife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>I am Not a Career Woman</title><content type='html'>I realize this may be a taboo thing to say after everything the woman's movement has done and all...(and it has done a lot of good things-- equal opportunities and equal pay is a good thing)!!!...but I really don't have a burning desire to be a successful career woman. In fact, I would rather be a housewife/artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty admitting this, but it is true. And it's not because I am lazy-- in fact, I prefer to be busy. But the whole, be a Dr., be a lawer, be a teacher...I don't fit into those worlds. In fact, most jobs I have ever had have stressed me out to no ends...and these were low paying hourly jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't cut out to be a career woman. Given I am single this is a bit of a problem. I'm not going to marry any asshole off the street though. I guess I am just destined to be really fucking poor, because the "mega career" thing stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with wanting to be a housewife? I don't see why that has to be taboo...Oh wait...there is all that pressure from my family to have a fucking career...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-7060102154869900656?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/7060102154869900656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=7060102154869900656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7060102154869900656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7060102154869900656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-career-woman.html' title='I am Not a Career Woman'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-4770531525452212342</id><published>2009-02-28T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:01:34.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulimia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trichotillomania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='report card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EQ'/><title type='text'>Exhibit A: Report Card from 12th Grade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SaoIK3aa7uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1TEGHGd3spk/s1600-h/report+card+blocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SaoIK3aa7uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1TEGHGd3spk/s320/report+card+blocked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308064093576031970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the reasons my Dad gets kind of pissed at me. He says he doesn't understand how someone could do so well in school, yet not be able to do something with one's life. (ie: go to graduate school, and or get or hold a job)-- bear in mind I've mostly worked in coffee shops since graduating college, for a mere $7.50 an hour....(and actually I wish I still had one of those jobs-- currently unemployed)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what he does not understand, is that I have severe anxiety, (social and general), bulimia, as well as severe depression, a hairpulling problem which leaves me looking rather "odd," and also a dose of paranoia...not schizo paranoia, but paranoid that I suck and will lose my job. (and this HAS happened before)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say here, is that academic success at a young age does not mean one will be successful in life. You need to take into consideration emotional IQ-- which is something I lack. (perhaps there is a reason my ex refers to me as "short bus")-- sorry, very un-PC, but you know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-4770531525452212342?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/4770531525452212342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=4770531525452212342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4770531525452212342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4770531525452212342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/02/exhibit-report-card-from-12th-grade.html' title='Exhibit A: Report Card from 12th Grade...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SaoIK3aa7uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1TEGHGd3spk/s72-c/report+card+blocked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1688663869363313044</id><published>2009-02-25T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:08:21.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Royal Tennenbaums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disfunctional family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulmia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorder clinics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>The Only Bright Spot of 2001/2002...</title><content type='html'>This was the worst fucking year of my life. Even worse than this year believe it or not. That year, I was in a car accident that changed my life-- it: fucked me up-- I used to be athletic and could not longer run. I also was puking about 10 times per day-- seriously....As a person with an eating disorder, not being able to run anymore really messed me up-- much more puking. I wasn't working, and also wound up in an eating disorder clinic, as I was still "fairly" young, and my father was able to help pay for it. ( If I recall, he just retired that year, and was not as tight on cash as he is now)...I tried to kill myself 4 times that year-- BAD year. I have not tried since. I realized after the last one, I did not want to die. I just didn't want to feel that way anymore, I wanted a better life. I don't have the better life yet, and may never have it. But it least it is not as bad as it was then. This movie, The Royal Tennenbaums, was the only thing from that year I can recall enjoying. I saw this movie on an "outing" when I was at the residential eating disorder clinic...I laughed, it made me happy. This was the only time I recall being happy that year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJ6CHM5jwMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJ6CHM5jwMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1688663869363313044?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1688663869363313044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1688663869363313044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1688663869363313044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1688663869363313044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-bright-spot-of-20012002.html' title='The Only Bright Spot of 2001/2002...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2310430983578793134</id><published>2009-02-21T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:09:55.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulimia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unable to work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ssdi'/><title type='text'>Kinda Freaking Out...</title><content type='html'>About money, the future, my lack of job skills, the economy...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To update those who have never read my blog before-- I am kinda fucked up and have a pending disability case. I used to be on disabiltiy in my early 20's for depression, bulimia, anxiety, and OCD. I wanted to be "normal" so I went of disability for a job that paid $10 per hour-- REAL fucking smart...but what do you know when you are 26?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped around from job to job, because of my "problems" and ending up getting fired at age 29 by the white trash queen of the century. (seriously-- teenage pregnancy, horrible grammar, leopard underwear that stuck out when she bent over, fancy hair, but missing teeth in the back...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this experience I filed for disability and moved across the country with my alcoholic ex-boyfriend. Oddly enough, even though I used to be on disabilty, I kind of "fell through the cracks" and was unable to get back on...I reapplied and was denied. It is now in the court systems and I won't know for like another 9 months probably...I'm kinda freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have way too many problems to hold full time employment. My outlook is not good. Not sure what I am gonna do once I am 50 with no one to help. I would much prefer to be self- sufficient, but I havent' been able to pull it off in my entire life. I wil most likely end up dead on the street...not good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2310430983578793134?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2310430983578793134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2310430983578793134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2310430983578793134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2310430983578793134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/02/kinda-freaking-out.html' title='Kinda Freaking Out...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-589432475835667693</id><published>2009-02-18T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:27:28.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Carrol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outcasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underdog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quirky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss Sunshine'/><title type='text'>Quite Possibly the Best Movie Ever!!!</title><content type='html'>I present to you...Little Miss Sunshine. Seriously, this movie is in my top 5. There is something about it-- the characters. They are so quirky and intelligent, and also so damaged. They don't give up though, they preservere. The people in this movie remind me of people I know, and other people I would like to know further. I've always enjoyed people who weren't quite perfect, people who were a bit "off" so to speak. This movie makes me happy. It makes me feel like it's OK not to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7MBjLvlsy2k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7MBjLvlsy2k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-589432475835667693?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/589432475835667693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=589432475835667693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/589432475835667693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/589432475835667693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/02/quite-possibly-best-movie-ever.html' title='Quite Possibly the Best Movie Ever!!!'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3489132363799552257</id><published>2009-02-14T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:41:40.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dwelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental retardation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Re-Assessing Survival/Life Goals...</title><content type='html'>The last 3 months have fucking sucked ass. My ex boyfriend the alcholic almost made me homeless. (Long story)...The guy I fell in love with (and was stupid enough to cheat with) started ignoring me as a result (and was fucking yet another girl, other than me or his wife)....and I have no fucking income to speak of...my 63 year old father is paying my rent...and at my age, I know how pathetic that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a way to be self sufficent. Even if it means earning $7 per hour and living in a fucking trailor park. I hate my life. I don't hate men, but hate the men who have been involved in my life recently. I can't rely on them. I can only rely on myself. The scary part or course, is I have no job skills, other than the ability to draw a pretty picture-- not that that ever got me anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone adn need to except that. I really wanted to get married someday, and maybe have a kid. I don't think that can/will happen though. I have maye 10 years left at best, or I'll have one of those "Palin babies"-- if you know what I mean...not to be un-PC, but seriously, a woman only has so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change my life, but I don't know how. I've always been a sqaure peg trying to fit into a round hole. These are not good odds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3489132363799552257?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3489132363799552257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3489132363799552257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3489132363799552257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3489132363799552257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/02/re-assessing-survivallife-goals.html' title='Re-Assessing Survival/Life Goals...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-7886313170260860082</id><published>2009-02-13T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:18:17.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dwelling on things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><title type='text'>Just When I Think I am Breaking Out of My Most Recent Depression...</title><content type='html'>I'm not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 3 months have been bad. Like one of the worst depressions I have ever been in. I do have moments though when I think I am going to pull out of it. For instance, I recently started working on an oil painting, I got in the groove, and was feeling pretty good for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the next day I started obsessing about the same old stuff again-- mainly, what's going to happen to me in 10-20 years. I worry I will not get disability back, and also that I will never be able to hold a decent paying job, as I lack job skills. I worry I will be homeless and die on the steets. Sounds bizarre right? These are the things I seriously think about. I think I have some kind of OCD thing going on, in addition to severe anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer depression to anxiety though, anxiety is the worst. Especially social anxiety-- it always made any workplace situation difficult for me. I either don't say enough, or I say too much. I can't stand up for myself until I get so pissed off that I say something stupid. I'm too old to be this way, and am trying to improve on my social anxiety issues. All my anxiety issues really. Not much luck though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to move across the country again. I know you can't run away from your problems, but I am not liking where I am living. The crime rate is bad and the climate does not agree with me. There's also not many jobs here (is there anywhere though)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-7886313170260860082?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/7886313170260860082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=7886313170260860082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7886313170260860082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/7886313170260860082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-when-i-think-i-am-breaking-out-of.html' title='Just When I Think I am Breaking Out of My Most Recent Depression...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-4288661813019363705</id><published>2009-02-11T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:12:38.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Back Home and Starting Over...Kinda</title><content type='html'>So here's what's going on-- the basics. My ex alcoholic boyfriend, who I refer to as "Bryan," is still living at the rooming house and not causing me any drama/problems. We speak on a daily basis (as he appears to be sober), and we occasionally hang out. We're not "together" though. Not that I should talk bout the drinking though, I am very fond of the "sauce".... but I do get up and function every day though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alex," the guy I had the affair with, because "Bryan" has no interest in sex, is still completely absent from the art studios. (And just WHY did he apologize to me before I left for vacation, and say he wanted to take me out for a burger)??????--this after ignoring me for 2 months....asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am single, broke, and romantically alone. It's nice that I am not as stressed out as I was though. I miss Alex. I hate to admit it, but I do. I think he probably has a bunch of girls he is screwing around with though-- like the horseface chic. Damn that asshole. I hate that he has this power over me. He knows I am back. I have been back for almost 2 weeks, but he hasn't shown his face. When he does I should spit in it. I'm too polite though I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-4288661813019363705?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/4288661813019363705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=4288661813019363705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4288661813019363705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4288661813019363705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-home-and-starting-overkinda.html' title='Back Home and Starting Over...Kinda'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2931012360957707755</id><published>2009-02-05T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:54:21.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie Portman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden State'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach Braff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon and Garfunkel'/><title type='text'>This Song Hits the Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-QUAATTfus&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-QUAATTfus&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone out there heard this song, or seen the movie, "Garden State?"...Seriously, it kills me every time... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my ex boyfriend, I like this movie because, "you're just like that girl"!!!! Maybe a little...I maintain though, I am much more like Juno, from said title...I really enjoy the interpersonal dynamic between Zach whats-his-face and Natalie Portman...and the fact that I was once rather cute/odd/innocent like that Natalie character...I think I have developed a Zach crush as well...I like that these characaters are wierd/odd/cute and slightly imperfect. If I see one more perfect fucking hollywood person I am gonna barf, seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I though I would share this video, as it is one of my favorites as of late :) It's a feel good kind of video...for those of us who are kinda impatient, fast forward the video to one minute and 15 seconds for the chorus :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2931012360957707755?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2931012360957707755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2931012360957707755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2931012360957707755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2931012360957707755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-song-hits-spot.html' title='This Song Hits the Spot'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2158135682179162179</id><published>2009-01-24T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:11:52.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex boyfriend'/><title type='text'>So I am Staying Out of Town...(with my ex, ex boyfriend)</title><content type='html'>I changed my plane ticket to stay out of town a week longer. It cost me $150-- ouch! I probably should not have done this, as I have no income...I just felt I needed to though. I need one more week away from the chaos with my ex, and the "alex" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this will let my ex know he really can't count on me for money. He needs to ask his rich parents. (and they are rich-- they have a "lake home" for Christ's sake, in addition to their normal gigantic home, and their designer pure bred dogs, and all their big cars and fancy gagets)...anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently staying with my ex, ex boyfriend, with whom I am still good friends. I will refer to him as "Greg.". Greg and I were together for 4 years on and off, before I was with my most recent ex. Greg and I basically broke it off because he's not the settling down type...he's a bit older than me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are good friends though, and we always will be...as far as I know. He's like the only person I can always count on. I feel "safe" here....however, there are no opportunities in the arts in this city. Or I should say, there are very LIMITED opportunities here. It's not a tourist town, or a big city. I don't know where I'll end up ultimately. Probably back here in another year or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2158135682179162179?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2158135682179162179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2158135682179162179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2158135682179162179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2158135682179162179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-am-staying-out-of.html' title='So I am Staying Out of Town...(with my ex, ex boyfriend)'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2257165828073105724</id><published>2009-01-22T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:40:26.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaking out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><title type='text'>Maybe I Should Stay out of Town a Little Longer...</title><content type='html'>I am nervous about going back home. I spoke with my ex yesterday afternoon, and I found out he had not yet contacted his mother for his rent money yet. His weekly rent is due on Friday/Saturday. He then said, "you're coming back on Saturday aren't you"? I informed him he better call his mom for money, because I'm not just going to show up on Saturday and pay his rent for him. What the fuck is his problem? His parents are loaded (seriously, they are)...and I am living off my savings account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not in the same state as he is, then how can he harass me for  money? Other than potentially harassing my neighbors, and causing me more problems on the home front. I don't know what I will do yet. I don't know how to go about changing my plane ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2257165828073105724?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2257165828073105724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2257165828073105724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2257165828073105724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2257165828073105724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-i-should-stay-out-of-townn-little.html' title='Maybe I Should Stay out of Town a Little Longer...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5423394820638048580</id><published>2009-01-21T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:09:45.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>My Ex is Finally out of my Apartment</title><content type='html'>As far as I know...I am out of town right now-- in another state actually. The day before I left, I wrote a check for a week's rent at this rooming house, and got the keys back from my ex. He took most of his clothes there, and a few other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my asshole neighbor did not say anything to me in the last couple of days that I was there. The situation generally makes me paranoid though, as he is the building busy-body. He actually got a couple of ladies kicked off the condo board-- anyway, that's what I am dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I go back home, it should be peaceful. Should be...unless my ex starts harassing me for money for his rent. I hope not, as i have no income and am living off my savings account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think there is "hope" though, you know? At least I kind of have him out of the apartment. His furniture is still there, but I had him sign a statement saying he left it there of his own accord, and I did not steal it. With a nut job like him, taking such precautions is necessary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5423394820638048580?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5423394820638048580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5423394820638048580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5423394820638048580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5423394820638048580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-ex-is-finally-out-of-my-apartment.html' title='My Ex is Finally out of my Apartment'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3184812209105921139</id><published>2009-01-14T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:54:26.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relapse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><title type='text'>2 Months of Shit...</title><content type='html'>And you know I am not referring to the substance that comes out of your ass. I am referring to all the drama with my drunk, unemployed ex-boyfriend. He is still in my apartment, and of course, still drunk and unemployed. It is not good. He needs to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation has caused me to age a lot, even in just 2 months. I am getting a lot of gray hair in my temples, and I am only in my early 30's. What the hell is up with that?...Must be stress. Basically I am dealing with an irritable asshole, and we have had a lot of fights as a result. He tells me all these stories, like "I'm starting my job on Tuesday," or my parents are sending my this check for $2,000 so I can take that apartment&gt;"....and of course they all turn out to be lies. (FUCK HEAD)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off a neighbor knocked on the door 2 nights ago and informed us we were about to loose our apartment. He is the building busy body. I was really freaked out at the time, and explained the situation briefly, and said my boyfriend would be moving soon. I ran into the busy body the next day, and he said he "had to talk to" me about the situation. He also said he was calling my landlord. (said that the night before). To appease the situation I put a note under the neighbors door, telling him there would be no more loud arguments, and that my ex is leaving soon). It really fucking pisses me off how nosy he is though. You dont' like yelling, fine. so be it. whatever. You talked to me once, I'm not talking about the details with you, let alone talk to you about it over and over-- your'e not my landlord!!! (sorry-tangent)-- this guy is a total pill though. There are at least a handful of people in the building who don't like him (myself now included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I may be homeless if the asshole doens't leave. And of course he will only leave if I pay for it. (FUCKER)...long story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3184812209105921139?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3184812209105921139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3184812209105921139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3184812209105921139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3184812209105921139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-months-of-shit.html' title='2 Months of Shit...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6435673176372111662</id><published>2008-12-31T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:41:00.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>Yeah Right...like I can actually pull this shit off. Maybe though. I will only remember them if I write them down though, so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) be more productive as an artist...on that note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1B) dont' let my depression anxiety issues prevent me from doing art-- do some anyway-- even if it's shitty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) don't get involved with men who are bad for me-- better to be single and less insane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) less booze-- it's making me fat, giving me more lines, and making me feel a bit drained. Don't get me wrong people, I don't drink during the day or anything, but I don't want it to age me...I like to have some once in a while though, cause it mellow me out. Maybe twice a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) start doing yoga again-- I miss having abs. I used to be skinny and rather toned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4b) get back down to 112 pounds and have abs (relates to doing yoga, less booze...less bad food too)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) don't let the "Alex" thing depress me-- he was an asshole anyway...good thing I found about before I was involved with him longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5b) don't let the "alex" shit prevent me from being a productive artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) take multivitamins and eat more vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) be OK with getting older, being single, having no career, and doing nothing impressive with my life...it's oK to be sub-par...fuck what my asshole family thinks. they can take their precious master's degrees and shove them up their ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- that said--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may it be a year of self acceptance and blissful solitude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6435673176372111662?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6435673176372111662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6435673176372111662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6435673176372111662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6435673176372111662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years.html' title='New Years Resolutions...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-948412633129099841</id><published>2008-12-28T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:25:54.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relapse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><title type='text'>dude, I'm tired...</title><content type='html'>The last month has been really draining. There was my ex relapsing, leading to our breakup, "alex" no longer speaking to me...and all the depression that resulted from this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex has not moved out yet, but is looking at apartments. I will miss him in a way, but can't deal with the drama anymore. I am really tired, emotionally and physically. I have gained weight. I feel like a pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-948412633129099841?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/948412633129099841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=948412633129099841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/948412633129099841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/948412633129099841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/12/dude-im-tired.html' title='dude, I&apos;m tired...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-8314566954278888199</id><published>2008-12-25T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:37:04.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet assholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assholes'/><title type='text'>Mean People Suck...This is why I like having a "secret blog"</title><content type='html'>So this is one of my 3 blogs. I have 2 secret blogs, and one "business" blog. I try to write nothing too personal in my business blog. Once in a while it does creep out though. Obviously nothing as revealing as this blog...but once in a while I may write something MILDLY personal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no nothing about sex)...I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the other blog I wrote something MILDLY personal about a person I am closed to that is ill, and some asshole commented how I need to get a life, how I seemed like a teenager, and not express my personal feeling on the internet. They also told me to stay away from blogging...I'm generally a polite person, but left an email reply that said FUCK OFF...(that was my ex-boyfriends idea)...technically he left the message, I never would have had the guts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main point here is that I like having this particular blog to vent. And since it is not my business blog, I can say whatever the fuck I want. I've realized I need to be more careful in my other blog...though I don't reveal THAT much--that's the wierd part. I haven't had a comment on this blog that even compares, and this is the blog I say the personal stuff on...(go figure)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so assholes pretty much suck, and someone out there in cyberspace has some bad karma coming their way...Seriously, it's not polite to make someone cry on Chritmas. Especially when said person is a chronic depressive with no health insurance, who's only therapuetic activity is blogging...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-8314566954278888199?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/8314566954278888199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=8314566954278888199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8314566954278888199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/8314566954278888199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/12/mean-people-suckthis-is-why-i-like.html' title='Mean People Suck...This is why I like having a &quot;secret blog&quot;'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3343245939287428317</id><published>2008-12-19T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:35:42.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonement'/><title type='text'>I hate my life immensely</title><content type='html'>You know those times in your life where everything just fucking sucks and you with you wouldn't have to wake up and deal  with all the stupid fucking stressful shit? I am having one of those months. My ex relapsed, lost his job...I called "alex" who will no longer talk to me as a result, and my disability case is totally fucked. I recently discovered they don't even have one 20th of my documentation...no wonder I got rejected. (I hope my lawyer is good at his job)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am alone and broke and haven't' had sex in over a month. I am very type A...perhaps i will have a heart attack and get lucky. (no worries people, I'm not suicidal...just extremely annoyed/pissed off and slightly depressed and feeling hopeless). I have no desire to be in a relationship ever again. I cannot deal with feeling so fucked over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3343245939287428317?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3343245939287428317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3343245939287428317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3343245939287428317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3343245939287428317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-my-life-immensely.html' title='I hate my life immensely'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3111539502638426582</id><published>2008-12-14T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:39:24.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><title type='text'>I'm Really Fucking Depressed...</title><content type='html'>I feel rather helpless right now. My boyfriend says he will be out by next week, but part of me is scared for him to go. I am across the country from "home" and I don't know a lot of people here. I feel alone a lot. I am not employed. My dad is paying my bills. I feel pathetic. I can't get a job because I am not qualified to do anything other than work in retail. I would get fired anyway. And if I even attempted to get another job I definitely won't win my disability case. Everything is fucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my boyfriend (ex boyfriend), I feel sad. I still love him, but there will always be the "next relapse" the "next job loss" the next "threat" or some sort. He terrifies me psychologically, but not physically. It's wierd-- he's always threatening to "sue me" if I throw him out, call the cops if I yell at him-- that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life right now. I really need to see a counselor of something, but I have no health insurance and i can't afford to see a counselor because i have no income. I think that's why i like blogging. It's my form of therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3111539502638426582?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3111539502638426582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3111539502638426582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3111539502638426582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3111539502638426582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-really-fucking-depressed.html' title='I&apos;m Really Fucking Depressed...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-194844353324026058</id><published>2008-12-03T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:54:52.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relapse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Here's What's Going On Part 2...</title><content type='html'>OK, so my boyfriend is sober for NOW...Not that this reasures me...I know there is always a "next time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stuck...I have no money and no career prospects. He helps pays the bills. He doesn't have a lot, but it makes up for what I cannota do. I am becoming one of those woman I hate. I don't want to be with someone because he helps pay the bills. Our lives are depressing beyond belief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly go out a get a part time, or full time job for a couple of reasons...&lt;br /&gt;1) I will get fired anyway-- my concentration is for shit, and I dont' interact well with other...I have a paranoid version of social anxiety...&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a pending disability case...I was denied twice (even though I used to be on it oddly enough) adn now I had to hire a laywer to help me...now if I even try to work, I am fucked...but I'd get fired anyway cause I suck so I'm fucked anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off "Alex" is now ignoring me, because he most likely does not want to deal with all this drama...I called him for a ride on the night my asshole boyfriend relapsed...he didn't give me one, told me to call the cops, said he would call me in the morning...adn then did not...He's been ignoring me for a week and a half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE!!!!! (then why do i miss him)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-194844353324026058?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/194844353324026058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=194844353324026058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/194844353324026058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/194844353324026058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-whats-going-on-part-2.html' title='Here&apos;s What&apos;s Going On Part 2...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-3161544957189261778</id><published>2008-11-30T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:16:50.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospitalization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Here's What's Going On...</title><content type='html'>So my boyfriend (soon to be ex boyfriend), was fired from yet another job. He then proceeded to go on a 5 day drinking binge and did not help me pay any of the bills this month. (So my checking account has mostly been depleted)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wound up in the ER on Thanksgiving, and they locked him up in some hospital (a state hostpital)? until Monday. I don't even know exactly where they are keeping him because I won't answer his phone calls. I talked to him once and said I don't want to talk to him. He called me like crazy on Friday and part of yesterday, but now he finally stopped calling. (Good)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will happen when he gets out. I think he is out of money, but maybe he has a little of his last paycheck left to buy more booze. Or maybe he'll start pawning my shit again like he used to do (my DVD's)-- asshole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing all this blogging on his computer, so when we break up I might not be able to blog for awhile, unless I find another computer to use. I am supossedly getting the internet turned off on Tuesday...I am waveringn on this issue, but I know I should...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-3161544957189261778?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/3161544957189261778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=3161544957189261778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3161544957189261778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/3161544957189261778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/heres-whats-going-on.html' title='Here&apos;s What&apos;s Going On...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6493296419227263263</id><published>2008-11-24T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:37:56.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boyfriend and I are breaking up.</title><content type='html'>For real this time. He got fired, drunk, started pushing me around. And I called the cops. They didn't ticket him or take him away as there was no physical evidence, but I had to get away. So I stayed in a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cancelled the cable and internet-- it goes out on the second of December. This is his computer. I don't know if I will be able to get another one or not. So I don't know when I will be able to pick up this blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6493296419227263263?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6493296419227263263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6493296419227263263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6493296419227263263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6493296419227263263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-boyfriend-and-i-are-breaking-up.html' title='My Boyfriend and I are breaking up.'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2148036986142045047</id><published>2008-11-22T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:28:57.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mid life crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis Morisette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uplifting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Maybe It's all Ok...</title><content type='html'>Really! :) It hit me all of a sudden. Maybe it's because I am no longer a kid, or "young adult"...I am an adult now...in terms of age, who I am, my needs, my wants, my interests....I am basically at that point where I know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's OK if I'm not beautiful, I don't have the mega career...Maybe it's OK that I'm just me...(please bear in mind this may be the wine talking, but really, I am a poor, broke ass artist)...Now that I "look" a little older (ya know, some wrinkles and gray hair)..it's actually kind of freeing in a way)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have to go on is ability, talent...and luck?...pity if I'm lucky?...After feeling rather romantically rejected as of late I had this sudden burst of freedom. It was really rather interesting...for lack of a better adjective...Maybe all there is left is me :) Maybe "me" is Ok for once...:)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmSXvZSQ4Ik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmSXvZSQ4Ik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2148036986142045047?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2148036986142045047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2148036986142045047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2148036986142045047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2148036986142045047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe-its-all-ok.html' title='Maybe It&apos;s all Ok...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1992689211483390258</id><published>2008-11-21T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:47:15.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostate cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health scare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>General State of Panic..</title><content type='html'>So my Dad had a health scare. Apparently he thought he might have cancer, and was under this impression for like a month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily after 12 biopsies the doctors concluded he did not have prostate cancer. He did have 2 that were "abnormal" though-- not cancerous, but growths or something?...Prostate cancer runs in my Dad's family big time, so he has to go in every 6 months to get it checked out...Oddly enough, his PSA levels were rising because of this stupid fucking hormone gel one of his doctors put him on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear sometimes doctors do more harm than good...He's of that mindset though, that doctors are gods or something...Here's another pill for that! Naw, you don't need to make any lifestyle changes! Just take more pills, that will make you get sick in other ways!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'll get off my soap box now...I've just seen doctors really fuck people up, and I don't want my Dad getting fucked up by these doctors...(can you tell I've had some negative experience with medical professionals :)...Anyway, I know doctors help a lot of the time, but I just wish they weren't so quick to try things that could make you worse, instead of advocating certain lifestyle changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he is OK. I was freaking out for a day after I heard the good news...Of course I was thinking about when it "becomes cancer" instead of that he's OK. I'm such a pessimist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1992689211483390258?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1992689211483390258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1992689211483390258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1992689211483390258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1992689211483390258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/general-state-of-panic.html' title='General State of Panic..'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1426083694727985850</id><published>2008-11-19T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:56:58.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent all these years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tori amos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>The Men I Have Known...</title><content type='html'>I have this idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will most likely never come to fruition..., mainly becuase I cannot spell that word, or appopriately define it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a story. Mainly because I don't know what else to do. I want to write about my life. About how I would have liked for it to have turned out. Even if it could never have turned out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many lovely people I could have known better. So many people I would have loved to enrich. If only if I did not have all my own shit to deal with. I want an omage. I want a happy ending. I want this to be in honor of all the lovely people I have known in my life, who have given me brief moments of happiness. I owe these people a great deal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can do this. I am thinking about it though. Maybe it will be easier if I continue to be anonymous. I could illustrate it, but I don't want to give myself away. I am a nobody, but there might be a few who recognise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song to demonstrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohiRxoakhog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohiRxoakhog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm not butt ugly...I'm rather average ;) ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1426083694727985850?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1426083694727985850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1426083694727985850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1426083694727985850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1426083694727985850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/men-i-have-known.html' title='The Men I Have Known...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5645877849022745901</id><published>2008-11-19T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:38:44.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist&apos;s block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art major'/><title type='text'>Little to No Motivation...</title><content type='html'>I'm having trouble making myself do anything today (or this week )..other than writing this post of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am specifically referring to my artwork. I just don't have the zest for it I did in my younger years. I think it was because back then I was doing it for theraputic purposes, and I also had specific assignments I needed to get done by a certain day. Now that I am actually trying to sell my art, it seems to be clouding what I am doing. Like I am "watering it down", so to speak. Making it slightly less bizarre, in hopes of being more main stream. And obviously that's not working...Sales are down, and I am not particularly interested in what I am doing a lot of the time. Perhaps it's because I'm a depressive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...wah, wah,wah.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know if there is really a point to this post other than to say I have some serious fucking artist's block. I wish I had a list of some of my cool old assignments from college, to spark my interest...I guess I will have to try and remember what some of them were...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5645877849022745901?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5645877849022745901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5645877849022745901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5645877849022745901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5645877849022745901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-to-no-motivation.html' title='Little to No Motivation...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-4815996324976631932</id><published>2008-11-14T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:57:06.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>I'm a Horrible Jealous Person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SR5yavORdDI/AAAAAAAAACs/8HEPdy9uxoQ/s1600-h/sad+and+envious+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SR5yavORdDI/AAAAAAAAACs/8HEPdy9uxoQ/s320/sad+and+envious+eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268774417748554802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it. I am very jealous of many people. Especially people in happy relationships with good sex lives. I'm particularly jealous of people who have been married forever and can't imagine being with anyone else. I want that life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met the right person at the right time. I have however, maybe met the right person/s at the wrong time?...Take "Jeremy," the guy from college. I was too young and stupid to realize what a sweetheart he was. He liked me just how I was-- that's not easy to find, especially at age 19!...Then there is "Alex"-- our sexual chemistry is wonderful, and we have great conversation, but he is in a long term relationship that I doubt he will leave. He likes stability, and his girlfriend is stable...I'm just an unemployed, oversexed wierdo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have that amazing relationship that combines great sex with great friendship and companionship....Sometimes I wonder if it will ever happen. I always fall for men I can't have...or men I can have, but then when I do want them...I can't have them....GGRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the idea of growing old with somebody. I hope this happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-4815996324976631932?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/4815996324976631932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=4815996324976631932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4815996324976631932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4815996324976631932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-horrible-jealous-person.html' title='I&apos;m a Horrible Jealous Person...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SR5yavORdDI/AAAAAAAAACs/8HEPdy9uxoQ/s72-c/sad+and+envious+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-4435403114602322119</id><published>2008-11-12T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:00:10.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family problems'/><title type='text'>So My Boyfriend was Drinking Mouthwash Tonight...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's never a good sign...He had a small relapse 2 days ago, and now he was drinking mouth wash. It got him visibly drunk, and then he puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite the life I have made for myself. Why was I not drown at birth or something?...Seriously though. I have known for a LONG time it wouldn't work, but I feel almost reponsible for him in a way. I worry he will die or something if I leave. And I do care about him, he's a sweetie. But he's also a drunk with no libido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself looking at couples who have been together for YEARS and I feel so jealous. I wish I could have that. I'm not really the type to date around a lot. I love the idea of being with someone forever, I just don't know if it's possible. For me anyway-- I would drive any man nuts with all my anxiety problems....and I have, the few boyfriends I have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly he is going to AA tomorrow with his boss of all people. Turns out he is a recovering alcholic too. Should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-4435403114602322119?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/4435403114602322119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=4435403114602322119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4435403114602322119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4435403114602322119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-my-boyfriend-was-drinking-mouthwash.html' title='So My Boyfriend was Drinking Mouthwash Tonight...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1322029551065374381</id><published>2008-11-11T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:23:50.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going to college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Leaving Home...(for the first time)</title><content type='html'>For some reason this popped into my head tonight....I think it's becauase I was watching a movie that happend to feature college age people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the afternoon I left home for college. I was in the downstairs of our split level home, and looking out the back window. I was trying not to cry hysterically. I was scared shitless. I am an introvert. I don't make friends easily. I don't like new things. I am a chicken shit. Anyway I was teary eyed and all. I did cry...but I tried to keep it "quiet."...And then I heard my Dad at the top of the stairs say it was time to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he knew I was crying. He probably did. Parents know those things i think. He dropped me at my dorm or something (I dont' recall the details about that part)...and before we got there he bought me a sandwich from a gas station, which I later at for dinner. Also, I went to the student union that afternoon, meeting no one of course...but I do recall calling my Dad from the union, that first night from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post isn't particularly relevant to anything in my life currently, other than the fact that I am currently very far from home. (I moved across the country awhile back and it's just kinda strange- both good and bad)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so traumatic for me to go to college as an undergrad, yet college was only like 30 minutes from home! :O...funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1322029551065374381?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1322029551065374381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1322029551065374381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1322029551065374381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1322029551065374381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaving-homefor-first-time.html' title='Leaving Home...(for the first time)'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1339614284836618761</id><published>2008-11-11T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:42:06.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relapse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family problems'/><title type='text'>Shit Hits the Fan...</title><content type='html'>Did I mention my boyfriend of almost 4 years is a recovering alcholic? yeah...and I mean a bad one-- think rehab 5 times and multiple suicde attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to bed abnormally early last night, and woke up around 1:30 AM, only to find him drinking whiskey. Shit! (He's currently still in bed, most likely with a hangover)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of two things can happend now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) he sobers up, and goes back to work on Thursday (he has a couple of days off)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) he goes on a drinking binge, most likely followed by a suicide attempt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope #1 is the path he follows. I am so sick of dealing with this shit. I used to be sweet and nurturing about all this, but I jsut can't take it anymore. My caregiving skills are wearing out, I have so many of my own problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1339614284836618761?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1339614284836618761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1339614284836618761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1339614284836618761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1339614284836618761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/shit-hits-fan.html' title='Shit Hits the Fan...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1521439873169954067</id><published>2008-11-09T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:02:34.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of sex'/><title type='text'>Big Huge Nasty Fight With the Boyfriend...</title><content type='html'>We almost broke up tonight. Our entire relationship of almost 4 years has been a series of mini breakups, and almost breakups. I thought tonight would be "for real" though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's stressy and cranky all day-- which of course stresses me out. And then he tells me he hates his job and wants to quit-- after I'm already stressed out. Then I told him fine, quit, but you better have your parents help you or have something lined up, because I have no fucking money. (I am unemployed because of all my fucking mental health "issues")...My dad helps me, but that's not enought to support him too...Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him neither of us can handle stress, neither of us seem to be able to handle long term employment...and when you put two "nuts" together, you get nothing but "nutty."...I also yelled at him for never having sex with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I have not had sex in a fucking month. And we are in our 30's...he has no libido whatsoever....or at least not towards me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up chilling out, but I am still left wondering what will happen in the long run. I love him, but it's like living with my brother or something...I need a normal sex life...It has become apparent that my boyfriend has no interest in sex with me, and "Alex" has most likely lost interest in me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1521439873169954067?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1521439873169954067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1521439873169954067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1521439873169954067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1521439873169954067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-huge-nasty-fight-with-boyfriend.html' title='Big Huge Nasty Fight With the Boyfriend...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-651632568385645804</id><published>2008-11-07T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:06:52.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherless children'/><title type='text'>Facebook Tortures me...</title><content type='html'>yeah, it's so nice to see how far everyone has come, and all the grand things people are doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the record, I am in introvert and generally against such sights. I just joined because my boyfriend made me... :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I looked up "Jeremy" on facebook...if you recall...he was the one who "got away" back in college, is now married to a sucessful, intelligent woman, who somewhat resembles me physically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have a beautiful daugher. I don't have access to all their info, but the wife used the daughter as an avatar. She is so lovely. I am happy for him. He deserves that...I know also, I could never have given him that stability or happiness, as i have so many fucking problems....I can't help be a little sad though...a little envious...for that "normal" life I most likely will never have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-651632568385645804?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/651632568385645804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=651632568385645804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/651632568385645804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/651632568385645804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook-tortures-me.html' title='Facebook Tortures me...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-492917574748191679</id><published>2008-11-07T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:50:35.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulimia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Am I Fat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SRT-TrAndGI/AAAAAAAAACU/1jXOyXTaro0/s1600-h/devil+fat+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SRT-TrAndGI/AAAAAAAAACU/1jXOyXTaro0/s320/devil+fat+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266113478219232354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a topic many people struggle with...for those of us with eating disorders it's a very fucked up issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been bulimic for roughly 12 years now...so I don't even know what "normal" is...All I know is what feels "comfortable."....When I get over 120 I do not feel "comfortable,"...I feel fucking fat...I felt my best at 110, but as I've gotten older I find it difficult to keep my wieght down. When I was younger, I was not comfortable over 113...but I'm not 20 anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more reasons I find it hard to keep my weight down:&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm older and not as obsessed with excercise&lt;br /&gt;2) I like high calorie alcholic beverages (a new thing in the last couple of years)&lt;br /&gt;3) Now that I'm getting older and have some lines and a few grays it's a losing  &lt;br /&gt;   battle anyway...I'm pretty much fucked no matter what I do....&lt;br /&gt;4) perhaps my metabolism is slowing down some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a related note, I weighed myself today for the first time in a few weeks...I don't have a scale at home, and only wieght myself at one of the local grocery stores...Yes, odd as it may seem, one of the local grocery stores has a scale-- maybe they think it will help sell diet food???? I weighed in at 117 1/2...So I only gained 1 1/2 pounds since last time...I still hate being this large. I want to be 110...It's just such a nice number...I don't know if I can pull it off though, with the odds stacked against me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I am so fucking depressed today might help though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-492917574748191679?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/492917574748191679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=492917574748191679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/492917574748191679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/492917574748191679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-fat.html' title='Am I Fat?'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SRT-TrAndGI/AAAAAAAAACU/1jXOyXTaro0/s72-c/devil+fat+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6396719101787807745</id><published>2008-11-06T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:01:31.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulimia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer gut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>Well I Was Losing Weight, But Now I am Getting Fat again...</title><content type='html'>So I was doing OK on my diet for a while. I gained 7 pounds in the last year, and over the course of the last 3 months, managed to lose 5 or 6 of those pounds...I have not weighed myself in a couple of weeks, but I know I have gained some of it back because my stomach looks fatter and I feel bloated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever my family is in town, like they were last weekend (well one family member anyway), I always end up boozing for like 4 days in a row on high calorie alcholic beverages...and now I've gained a few...DAMN IT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting older and getting fatter. I technically still have an eating disorder (bulimia), but the alcohol and lack of excercise is not helping me maintain my weight...I do excercise, just not as much. And I do like "cocktail hour"-- it helps sooth my nerves...it's making me fucking fat though, so maybe I should just have margaritas on the weekend of something...CRAP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6396719101787807745?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6396719101787807745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6396719101787807745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6396719101787807745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6396719101787807745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-i-was-losing-weight-but-now-i-am.html' title='Well I Was Losing Weight, But Now I am Getting Fat again...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2391686159520877174</id><published>2008-11-03T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:31:18.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidential election'/><title type='text'>I'm Getting Up at the Crack of Dawn Tomorrow to Vote...</title><content type='html'>And naturally I am having another night of insomnia and can't fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope Obama wins :) He actually gives me hope, and gives a shit about all Americans-- including those of us who are suffering...I may actually have access to health care someday if he wins...I mean other than ER visits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those "fall between the cracks" people. I'm not screwed up enough to get disability (apparently, according to the government), but I am not healthy enough to work full time either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets' just say I am prone to panic attacks at work, and have vomited at every job I have ever had...Not a good thing...Anyway, I have applied to various health insurance companies, but I keep getting rejected because of my history of depression, anxiety, bulimia, OCD...and whatever the hell else I have been diagnosed iwth over the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I can get health care someday! :) I would like that :) I would like to have my reproductive rights protected as well...Sorry Palin, I'm not carrying around a rapists baby!....I hope people don't have to go back to back ally abortions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a particularly religious person...but if there is a god...PLEASEEEEEE let Obama win.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2391686159520877174?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2391686159520877174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2391686159520877174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2391686159520877174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2391686159520877174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-getting-up-at-crack-of-dawn-tomorrow.html' title='I&apos;m Getting Up at the Crack of Dawn Tomorrow to Vote...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-4657819414313580146</id><published>2008-11-02T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:46:04.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Round Two...</title><content type='html'>I am very excited by this prospect....(yeah-- sex)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week or two of wondering what the hell was going on...I now know...(kind of)????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what I was doing this week. And of course I said "nothing", because I have no life... I have not had sex with my boyfriend in 3 weeks-- and belive me-- I have tried... :( ...Dude, this fucking sucks...I am a woman in her early 30's, in a long term relationship, with no sex life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall what he said exactly, somthing like "do you want to run away together" this week?...(uh-- YEAH!!!!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something desperatlely...and he is a lovely man :) ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-4657819414313580146?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/4657819414313580146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=4657819414313580146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4657819414313580146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4657819414313580146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/11/round-two.html' title='Round Two...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-6505786907519115966</id><published>2008-10-30T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:56:01.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of sex'/><title type='text'>He's Still Ignoring Me, But on a Side Note...</title><content type='html'>A threesome?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could go there. The idea is fascinating, but I am way too much of an introvert for such activities myself...At least I think I am????....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, like the title suggests, "Alex" is stil ignoring me. I thought I would bring up a conversation we had a week or so ago, as I have nothing better to say at the moment. At one point he asked me about my "fantasies"...and being the boring girl I am of course, I don't really have any...Except maybe lighting some candles and lots of kissing and so on and so forth...(foreplay is a good thing)...anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I ever thought about being with "other women" or multiple people. I honestly answered, "not really"...unless it was me, him...and someone like Johhny Depp or something...(not that there is anything wrong with that other stuff-- to each his own, I'm just really boring and prefer penises to vaginas).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me wonder-- is this further proof he is a "player"?...does he want me to be involved with himself and his "other" other woman-- if there are "other" women?...or me and his "real" woman?...I have no idea what this converations was about really. Interesting conversation though. The only thing I could gather from this entire interaction was that he might be interested in me wearing a little white t-shirt and nothing else....but then again he hasn't been talking to me much, so this could all mean absolutely nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep ya posted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-6505786907519115966?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/6505786907519115966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=6505786907519115966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6505786907519115966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/6505786907519115966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-still-ignoring-me-but-on-side-note.html' title='He&apos;s Still Ignoring Me, But on a Side Note...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1529314954593032310</id><published>2008-10-28T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:49:18.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Is He Fucking With My Head, or Does He Not Know What He Wants?</title><content type='html'>Men confuse the fuck out of me. Don't get me wrong though, I enjoy them nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So "Alex" has now been talking to me less, and perhaps avoiding/and/or igoring me. And this all started after we uh...did stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) is dissatisfied with what I ...uh..do...&lt;br /&gt;B) feels guilty because he is in a long term relationship&lt;br /&gt;c) he is no longer attracted to me, becuase he always thought I was so sweet and innocent...(not anymore)!-- I guess I blew that one out of the water :)-- no pun intended :).... :O ... :)&lt;br /&gt;D) doesn't know what the heck he wants&lt;br /&gt;E) is worried I will ask him to leave his woman&lt;br /&gt;F) something other than what I have mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very confusing. And he does chat with other woman-- are there more than me? Does he want me to be jealous? I have no clue. This is all very exciting and wierd. Though I'd rather just cut the drama and mess around, but he seems to have lost interest...I hope I'm not a bad kisser...I will keep you updated in this strange dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe he just likes the thrill of the chase?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...In honor of this romantic angst and confusion, I bring to you this song by Natalie Merchant. I love this song...It gets to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpI0HUZFcG8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpI0HUZFcG8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love it when this song is in about 2 minutes-- so if you are an impatient type, fast forward the song to about 2 minutes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1529314954593032310?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1529314954593032310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1529314954593032310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1529314954593032310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1529314954593032310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-he-fucking-with-my-head-or-does-he.html' title='Is He Fucking With My Head, or Does He Not Know What He Wants?'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-4688869554443096342</id><published>2008-10-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:47:17.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Maybe He is a Player????</title><content type='html'>I have been wondering this for some time now. I have seen him get into "animated" discussions with other females...Now, I know this doesn't ALWAYS mean something, but I realize often it does...ie: he frequently (or used to anyways), get into animated, enjoyable conversations with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets just say, for the sake of argument, that there was some kind of...er...messing around of some sort....and then lets say right after that happened said person starts spending less time with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when he talks to you a little, but not as much as before? Is this a guys way of being polite? And what does it mean if there is a small amount of flirthing but not nearly as much as before? Is this a power trip thing-- like hard to get? Or is this the nice way of letting someone down?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the "other other woman" factor. Maybe there are multiple other woman in his life or something. This is really fucking with my head. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. For instance, tonight he was chatting with this other chic for at least a half an hour...maybe longer...then I overheard her say something about emailing him. I asked another friend what he was up to, and the other frined said, "oh, he's just being flirtatious"--ie: admitting that they dude was in fact being flirtatious...that made me feel so much better really...My life is so fucked right now. I am quite confused....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-4688869554443096342?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/4688869554443096342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=4688869554443096342' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4688869554443096342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4688869554443096342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-he-is-player.html' title='Maybe He is a Player????'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5147935557489195977</id><published>2008-10-21T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:59:57.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deprived'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>OK, Ignore the Last Post...</title><content type='html'>Knowing my luck, and my shyness, it probably won't happen. I can always fantasize though, right?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see him at all yesterday (and I thought I would run into him)...and today I just saw him briefly...Previously he said he wouldn't change his mind (ie: wants mind blowing sex)...Then today he said he keeps going back and forth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being (according to him anyway), is that he is worried about me...Not in an "oh my god she is insane way", but because apparently I seem innocent, sweet, and vulnerable. He claims he doesn't want to hurt me. Shit!!! I come off as innocent and sweet?!?!...Well, maybe in person I do...if they only knew :O .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens...or doesn't happen...I think one of us will wuss out, no matter how bad we want something to happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5147935557489195977?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5147935557489195977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5147935557489195977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5147935557489195977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5147935557489195977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-ignore-last-post.html' title='OK, Ignore the Last Post...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-4145878214346422111</id><published>2008-10-20T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:26:42.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra marital affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of sex'/><title type='text'>I Should Just Fuck Him and Get it Over with....</title><content type='html'>Yeah...I need to do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am a sex deprived chicken shit...Let's just say there has been kissing, there has been...uh...other stuff...but not "the deed"...I don't care if you think I am a whore. I am in my 30's, unmarried, and still in single digits in terms of sexual partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk about this. I hope no right wing,easily offended Christians are reading this. If you are-- turn back now or you will be offended :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on having some mind blowing sex, and soon...I need some, I deserve some...this fellow...what should I call him?...I'll call him Alex....he is going to be quite good I would assume :)...He kissed me neck and it gave me tingles...He kissed my stomach and I almost puked...(in a good way of course)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in trouble :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-4145878214346422111?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/4145878214346422111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=4145878214346422111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4145878214346422111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/4145878214346422111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-should-just-fuck-him-and-get-it-over.html' title='I Should Just Fuck Him and Get it Over with....'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-1843722049330464970</id><published>2008-10-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:45:38.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>I'm Destined to Be Alone...(Part 1)..</title><content type='html'>Belive me, I'm sure there will be more posts on this issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went on a little road trip with my boyfriend. We spent most of the day arguing with each other about a bunch of stupid shit, which I suppose could be referred to as "quarreling/quabbling"...(how spell)?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we argued about our lack of sex life...blah, blah blah...It is bizarre to me to be the "female" in this relationship, but feel like "the male"-- you know? Isn't is USUALLY the guy who wants it more? I feel so fucking stuck. I feel so fucking deprived...I don't like this situation. And he wont' even talk about it...I've tried, but he is not interested in talking...I need to be doing something different. We are both with each other, I suspect, for security reasons--which feels really shitty....It's a long story and it's complicated. (and no, I have not slept with someone else, tempting as it may be...very tempting)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, destined to be alone...freaky old cat lady...(if I can ever afford an apartment where I can have cats)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-1843722049330464970?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/1843722049330464970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=1843722049330464970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1843722049330464970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/1843722049330464970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-destined-to-be-alonepart-1.html' title='I&apos;m Destined to Be Alone...(Part 1)..'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2897091483554920379</id><published>2008-10-17T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:04:32.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulimia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anorexia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Dwelling on the Past..(again...Big Surprise)...</title><content type='html'>Yeah...here I go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what brought in on exactly...Maybe it has been the recent "stuff" about the other guy...or maybe it was the tequila I was drinking tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to make a long story short-- I found myself on You Tube...AGAIN...listening to nostaligic music from my college years...Perhaps it was because I was more innocent then...more pure...less...corrupt?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking to those times when I was cute and sweet and unadulterated...Not that life was perfect then, becausee it wasn't-- belive me...I was HIGHLY eating disordered...Nonetheless, I was young, thin, athletic, artistic, and had hope...Now I'm getting older, I've lost my creative edge, I have chronic tendonitis, and I feel less desirable....Not to mention I am often in a shitty mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is not a good idea to find one's self worth through others. I am a logical, albeit, emotional person. I don't know what to do with all these feelings really, except perhaps create more art from it. Most of my art is a creation of my pain. (I obviously don't show it here for anonymity reasons, but you catch my drift)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I apologize if I am rambling, I am half drunk...I enjoy writing in this blog on my "drunk" nights :)...Here is a video representing the college years. It fucks with my head in certain ways..(eating disordered and all-- although, I dont' look it these days-- I have no will power to be "skinny"...I look more thin/average now)...But this song was in when I was in college. I listened to it a lot right after I parted ways with Jeremy and what's his face....It makes me feel sad somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCq-CCRjjtE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCq-CCRjjtE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2897091483554920379?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2897091483554920379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2897091483554920379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2897091483554920379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2897091483554920379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/dwelling-on-pastagainbig-surprise.html' title='Dwelling on the Past..(again...Big Surprise)...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5870418387968037945</id><published>2008-10-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:14:18.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra marital affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of sex'/><title type='text'>Trying to Behave Myself...</title><content type='html'>*sigh*...major attraction...MAJOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's both frustrating and extremely interesting to be attracted to someone who is completely unavailable....(but, uh..is in certain ways :)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can have him if I want him, but not sure if I should go there...there could be many repurcusions...(sorry if I spelled that wrong)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do about my current boyfriend/situation...It is very complicated. I do care about him, and he cares about me-- but it's more of a "friendship" kind of caring...we help stabalize each other in ways. It's very complicated....I just just don't think I can go for the next 20-30 years without a sex life... If I was 80 I wouldn't mind...but I think I have at least 20-30 good years of potential sex life ahead of me...(maybe)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, dont' worry folks, I'm not about to jump into anyting quickly...I'm very cautious, and very careful...and also very paranoid...yet very horny...it's an odd combination really...Men confuse the FUCK out of me... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5870418387968037945?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5870418387968037945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5870418387968037945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5870418387968037945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5870418387968037945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/trying-to-behave-myself.html' title='Trying to Behave Myself...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-5148901762059363550</id><published>2008-10-09T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:17:33.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra marital affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of sex'/><title type='text'>I am Attracted to Someone Other Than my Boyfriend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SO7y3FM94uI/AAAAAAAAACA/JemiLoA0Hag/s1600-h/blog+ost+another.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SO7y3FM94uI/AAAAAAAAACA/JemiLoA0Hag/s320/blog+ost+another.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255404843291239138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no...in case you are wondering, I have not acted on this yet...(did I just say YET)?...oh god...NO...I have not slept with someone else...(I have dirty thoughts though :O ....(and what's better...or worse?...is that this guy is apparently into me too)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belive part of the reason my mind wanders is my boyfriends lack of libido...He has absolutely no interest in sex. He has had no interest in sex since the beginning of our relationship, almost 4 years ago. At first I wondered if he was gay, then I wondered if it was me...then I came to the conclusion that perhaps he was just asexual...He never checks ANYONE out and is never in the mood...it is very bizzare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does this leave me? I really have no idea. I am in a long term relationship, as is this fellow I have dirty thoughts about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think I am not a loose woman (and I'm not)...I actually lost my virginity at an age much later than most of my peers)...so why do I feel guilty, for just THOUGHTS?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because I know they could become reality. This fellow and I have acknowleged attraction to one another. We talk with a flirtatious banter, and there have been "words exchanged"...There is just something about him. When he looks at me, it's almost erotic...it's like he's looking at me naked or something... When he talks to me, he actually takes an interest in me...he wants to know about me...it's not all about him. (I've found this somewhat rare with men-- it's very attractive though, when they want to know about you :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is just gorgeous...not traditionally gorgeous per say...but definitely gorgeous...and the way he looks at me like I am naked...Oh shit..I could be in for some trouble...or in the very least, some mental torture... :( ... :) ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-5148901762059363550?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/5148901762059363550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=5148901762059363550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5148901762059363550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/5148901762059363550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-attracted-to-someone-other-than-my.html' title='I am Attracted to Someone Other Than my Boyfriend...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SO7y3FM94uI/AAAAAAAAACA/JemiLoA0Hag/s72-c/blog+ost+another.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2998299862545371794</id><published>2008-10-05T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:52:31.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starving artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popularity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecommerce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsuccessful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>I Hate Main Stream Cutsie Shite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SOmm4fRSgiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/i7bPsIzhjsM/s1600-h/cue+sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SOmm4fRSgiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/i7bPsIzhjsM/s320/cue+sucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253913929701294626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do mean shite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am a bit jaded...perhaps I am getting a bit older...but at least one thing does not change...Cute prevails!!!! FUCK CUTE!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire life I have had to deal with beautiful cute people who always come out on top...and it they weren't, per say..."cute"....they were at least "main stream"...and could therefore be successful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at that angry bitter point in my life where I am too old to be cute, too strange to be main stream, to anxiety riddent to go further with my education to attempt to rise above....I am jsut bitter and angry....and too pissed off to do anything but complain..but that is why I created this blog-- so if you want to say anything nasty, FUCK YOU-- I will delete your comment. I write this secret blog for thereaputic purposes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion I can probably never be successful in any venture I head into...I should just get it over with and do really wierd art and not sell any of it...why not?...FUCK YOU fucking cute people.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2998299862545371794?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2998299862545371794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2998299862545371794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2998299862545371794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2998299862545371794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-main-stream-cutsie-shite.html' title='I Hate Main Stream Cutsie Shite...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SOmm4fRSgiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/i7bPsIzhjsM/s72-c/cue+sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349579574839640440.post-2565502148373258025</id><published>2008-10-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:41:51.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanting what I can&apos;t have'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Why Do I Want What I Can't Have?...Part 2...</title><content type='html'>Sorry part 2 has taken a while...I've been feeling shitty depressed lately and have little to no motivation...(and yes, my boyfriend and my Dad are still paying the bills)...I'm a winner! :D ...anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find myself wanting "Jeremy" the sweet guy from college, who kind of liked me, but I pushed him away...to any new readers...I pushed him away because he was kind of socially awkward, like myself in a way...which at a young age naturally freaked me out...now I regret ever pushing him away...he saw the good in me what I though I was shit...gee, I guess some things never change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, and to make my regrets worse, I recently discovered (via internet naturally) that he and his wife are basically "soul mates."...FUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered this because I like to google him sometimes, because I'm all nostalgic like that, and I have no life. I found a blog, by someone in his "circle", so to speak, and in this blog it talked about how he and his wife have this cute baby...blah blah blah...(PUT THE FUCKING KNIFE IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW)...and how they make each other whole or some crap like that...which unfortunatley is most likey true and it really pisses me off that I was too young and stupid to appreciate him when I had him. He was always so kind to me, never lost pacience with me, so on and so forth...I really enjoyed his sense of humor as well. A dry and intelligent sense of humor...He did an amazing Christopher Walken impression as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he apparently is with his soul mate now, who looks like me, but is aging better, and they have a baby...FUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to go and drink more now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349579574839640440-2565502148373258025?l=whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/feeds/2565502148373258025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=349579574839640440&amp;postID=2565502148373258025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2565502148373258025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349579574839640440/posts/default/2565502148373258025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswrongwitme.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-i-want-what-i-cant-havepart-2.html' title='Why Do I Want What I Can&apos;t Have?...Part 2...'/><author><name>What's Wrong With Me?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14653100062953395487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3_ueMjNrmvM/SGz7briQIBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rQ72A0CNOiM/S220/beer+gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
