A good buddy of mine said I still sound sad in my writings. He said I still don't sound satisfy with school, and I'm still hung up on a guy I can't have. He hit the nail right on the head. But after being perpetually depressed for the last few years I think I'm in a pretty good place right now.
I have concluded somewhere along the way that I will never be perfectly happy. It is impossible to be in that state of mind. Well unless you're Angel (the vampire that is) and you have just screwed Buffy. Anyhow, if I am perfectly happy, then what motivation would I have to improve my situation?
I have a face I put up when I'm in the public. Not too many people get the full version of me. I don't think anyone I hang out with nowadays have that perspective. There are some part of me that is pretty private and reserved. My suggestion is a good bottle of red and lots of time on your hand. Speaking of which, a wine tasting trip to the local winery next week is called for.
A couple of nights ago I met up with a two high school friends I haven't seen in a few years. Those guys never grew up. I don't think they ever want to. I felt that one of them is so broken up by random bad shit that has happened he wants to just party for as long as he can. It's a little depressing really. Considering I had been head over heels for him all through high school. I guess there are some things I can grow out of. On a side note, I found a couple of guys I have rejected back then have turned into major hotties. Hey, whatever. I guess I've learned a bit of a lesson there.
A friend of mine came up with a formula to rate compatibility. It's funny how it kind of mirrors what I wrote a little while back. Too bad he scores a little low for me due to item #3.
I am naive enough to think that there is one thing in my life that has to happen in order for me to be happy. I need to get laid. I know I have an elevated testosterone level. Perhaps that is the thing that is boosting my libido. I know I have said before the only good sex I have had was when I was emotionally connected. But there is nothing wrong with a good fuck once in a while. So there it is, the solution to my problems.
About Me
- Odrini
- Patricia hails from the fabled city of Cupertino where your favorite portable music player grows in the field.
Her occupations included music teacher, code monkey, certified geek, and paper pusher. She is also a perpetual student.
Patricia is the author of several blogs since the early 2000s and the current incarnation is the most coherent. A comprehensive macchiato mind website has been in the works for the better part of the decade. A single line of requirements has yet to be written and will be in progress in the foreseeable future.
Caffè macchiato (IPA: [maʔˈkja(ː)to], anglicised variously as IPA: /məˈ(t)ʃjætəʊ/, /məˈ(t)ʃjɑːtəʊ/, etc., sometimes Espresso macchiato), an Italian beverage, is espresso with a tiny dollop of foamed milk on top. "Macchiato" simply means "marked" or "stained," and in the case of caffè macchiato, this means literally "espresso stained/marked with milk." Traditionally it is made with one shot of espresso, and the "mark" or "stain" of milk was traditionally put there to indicate the beverage has a little milk in it (usually about a teaspoon). -- Wikipedia
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