The Lost Plum…

Dear my previous blog server,

I know it’s been a while since we last communitcated, but I just need to say a few thing before I go.

I thought we had a good thing going over the past few years.  You, Me, My Mac, our followers…good times.   But being the girl I can be I guess I was wrong.  I mean I was able to look over the fact that you paid more attention to the girls with a bigger subscriber base, or that you’d need scheduled “maintaince” time to your self. I guess I just don’t know what I did to be treated this way.

I’m hurt inside. I just needed to tell you that.  You breaking up with me, and dumping all my stuff into one big mess of a file, and sending it in a breakup email, was harsh and uncalled for.  I thought you were better then that.

I was always here for you, and it would have been nice to know that we were having issues. Sure, everyone has their problems, but I thought we were different then other couples.

I don’t know if I can ever forget you, and am trying really hard to forgive you for the pain you are causing me right now.  I’d like to hope one day we could be friends, but I know that can never happen.

Take care of yourself, and know that I loved you,

plum

P.S. I’ve started seeing a new guy, his name is wordpress….his dashboard is bigger then yours….so *BLOG*-U!

I would never say I watch alot of TV. I have like maybe 3 shows I like to see, but if I miss them I wont die. I don’t miss things because I have to watch something in real time.  

I’ve always been more of the “season watching” kind of gal.  A bad weather weekend sitting inside watching the entire season or sometimes series (I’ll admit it) of a single show. Pure JOY!  And if it’s HBO or Showtime, even better!

However, I do sometimes enjoy the reality shows.  It makes me in a way hate american culture, and sometimes happy that I’m not an american.  Only american’s have such trash on TV.  

And on that note, I also love watching series premieres.  Regardless of the show type or how bad it sounds, I almost always DVR the first ever episode…cause honestly sometimes you just don’t know.

Well tonight I came home, it was late, but I thought why not sit down have some tea and watch alittle TV.

I should have gone to bed!  

I settled on true Television Dysfunction tonight.

Now I’m not a big VH1 fan, and I’m not big into the dating/relationship shows, so tonight I was alittle out of my regular tv element.

SHOW IN QUESTION: Daisy of Love

I started off alittle lost, but lucky for me they had a wonderful catch you up on what’s going on montage in all it’s STD magic! 

So Rock of Love Season 2 (I can’t beleive they had two of those, and in fact there might even be more!) So Bret Micheals apparently picked some “skank” named Ambre (?) over Daisy, and thus in true VH1 form like all great STD’s Daisy de la Hoya gets her very own show! (proceed at your own risk)

VH1 has found an interesting flock of seagulls to keep her (and I guess us) entertained. The guys were named based on her first impressions, and with names like Chi Chi, Big Rig,86, Flipper…here just look for yourself!

Something about the Swedish Twins or wait I’m sorry Triplets that look like they fell off a WhiteSnake tour bus (circa 1980s), the guy with the 4 Grammy Nods (THIS YEAR*apperently* ), and the token ADHD boy, this ‘circus’ is hotter then the Britney’s tampon string in concert!

Now after about 15-20 minutes I wasn’t interested, and I wasn’t even ammused, so I turned it off.  BUT if you enjoy yourself some laughs, some tats, some tears, some screams, some crab-infestations, and some steroid pumped guys kicking the shit out of the skinny emo guys then buckle up, this show is for you! But may I suggest wearing protection while watching!

(reason #___ why I’m single: It’s late on a sunday and I spent it watching that)

(reason #___ why I’m single: I actually googled to find a site with all their pictures)

Guy in White Pants:” What do polar bears weigh?”

Plum: “Umm….I don’t know,how much?”

Guy in White Pants: “I don’t know, but it’s enough to break the ice!”

This woman at the gym today was listening to my conversation with my trainer ‘Bway Diva’ as I walked on the tread mill.  We are talking about boys, we always talk about boys, and this chicks asks if I have read “The Rules”.

“I did and I found my husband three weeks later. It’s amazing!”

I say I haven’t and smile nicely.

We leave.  The first thing I say as we walk away,

“Rule #1: have a body like that and men don’t care how stupid and ugly you are!” 

(reason #___why I’m single: I refuse to read a ‘dating guide” oh….and I’m a bitch)

Had a girls night out at the movies with “A+” and “Accessory-diva”.  We saw “17Again”, oh that’s right we did! 

Anyways, I might blog about the movie and a few things at I saw during it tomorrow but right now I need to say one thing that “A-diva” said that I never had thought of before.

I can never ever be a “Teenage Mother”!

The boat has sailed (mines way out to sea by now)

It’s interesting that the sigma of being an unwed-teenage-mother is so ingrained in our heads as a fear or “no-no”, that alittle part of me went *humph* I guess I can’t ever be that!  And in a weired way felt like I was missing out on something. But the thought of my mother cutting me into millions of pieces if I had jumped on the teen-mother train, snapped me right back to reality!

FACT: When i think of bullets I’ve dodged in life, this one is now added to the list!

(reason #___why I’m single: No clue, it’s not like I have a 8 yearold to scare the boys away with!)