Fuck it. Brace yourself.
Whoever coined the term: "Honesty is always the best policy" was a freakin' LIAR!
And when am I ever going to stop repeating the same mistakes over and over again?
The last time I wrote a letter to someone ended in complete disaster. Yes, most of you may remember James--the former DJ from WBRU who tormented me for one summer. Speaking of James, I chatted with him on-line this weekend. Brown University graduated this past Sunday...all the brats from two summers ago have FINALLY moved on...
I digress...
So, like the genius I am, I decided to write an email to someone whom I care about very much...the same friend who has been driving me nuts for awhile now. I take responsibility for the feelings I have for him...he definitely didn't give me much to like in the first place. I should've saw this coming...I should've kept my mouth shut. Instead, I am humiliated and horrified...Lucky me also has to work with this person 1-2 days a week. Fucking wonderful. Oh and to top it all off, he now has a membership to this site courtesy of ME!
Guys, do us all a favor-if you really don't care about a girl's feelings, don't suggest she tell you anyway. No need for an ego trip.
Hence, the name change: Cassara means "princess" and is an American nam. I also toyed with the name Shiloh, which means "peace". Which one do you like better?
It only gets worse from here: my boyfriend has some sexual anxiety disorder and cannot have sex with me. This shit has been going on for like 6 months now. I am sure that it is probably very embarassing for a guy to deal with this, but what is worse: not having sex or swallowing pride and calling a doctor? The solution has seemed obvious to me, but apparently not. I can't live without sex forever. He promised he would call a doctor this week. Suuure.
Okay, even I have some good news to share. On Saturday, I was treated to lunch by a friend of mine from work. We had an awesome time, although I think we both got food poisoned. Damn, I always liked Applebee's, too.
Congratulations to Curt Schilling for his 200th win! Go Sox!
I fed little baby geese yesterday and even had some older geese eating bread from my hand! Too cool.
AHHH! I am tired of looking at these profile pictures!! I am setting some time aside this coming Saturday for a photo session...I think I have an idea...I hope you all like the Red Sox
One last thing: besides the interview I have with a public school district on 6/6/06, I am thisclose to being hired as a fifth grade teacher at the Catholic school I subbed for. I would definitely take the public school first ($$$), but a teaching position is a teaching position. Both types of schools have their advantages and disadvantages.
Enough for one night. This has been an aggravating, heartbreaking, ridiculous, annoying, and forgettable weekend. I actually don't mind going back to work! Isn't that pathetic?
Grrrr...
Cassara
Whoever coined the term: "Honesty is always the best policy" was a freakin' LIAR!
And when am I ever going to stop repeating the same mistakes over and over again?
The last time I wrote a letter to someone ended in complete disaster. Yes, most of you may remember James--the former DJ from WBRU who tormented me for one summer. Speaking of James, I chatted with him on-line this weekend. Brown University graduated this past Sunday...all the brats from two summers ago have FINALLY moved on...
I digress...
So, like the genius I am, I decided to write an email to someone whom I care about very much...the same friend who has been driving me nuts for awhile now. I take responsibility for the feelings I have for him...he definitely didn't give me much to like in the first place. I should've saw this coming...I should've kept my mouth shut. Instead, I am humiliated and horrified...Lucky me also has to work with this person 1-2 days a week. Fucking wonderful. Oh and to top it all off, he now has a membership to this site courtesy of ME!
Guys, do us all a favor-if you really don't care about a girl's feelings, don't suggest she tell you anyway. No need for an ego trip.
Hence, the name change: Cassara means "princess" and is an American nam. I also toyed with the name Shiloh, which means "peace". Which one do you like better?
It only gets worse from here: my boyfriend has some sexual anxiety disorder and cannot have sex with me. This shit has been going on for like 6 months now. I am sure that it is probably very embarassing for a guy to deal with this, but what is worse: not having sex or swallowing pride and calling a doctor? The solution has seemed obvious to me, but apparently not. I can't live without sex forever. He promised he would call a doctor this week. Suuure.
Okay, even I have some good news to share. On Saturday, I was treated to lunch by a friend of mine from work. We had an awesome time, although I think we both got food poisoned. Damn, I always liked Applebee's, too.
Congratulations to Curt Schilling for his 200th win! Go Sox!
I fed little baby geese yesterday and even had some older geese eating bread from my hand! Too cool.
AHHH! I am tired of looking at these profile pictures!! I am setting some time aside this coming Saturday for a photo session...I think I have an idea...I hope you all like the Red Sox
One last thing: besides the interview I have with a public school district on 6/6/06, I am thisclose to being hired as a fifth grade teacher at the Catholic school I subbed for. I would definitely take the public school first ($$$), but a teaching position is a teaching position. Both types of schools have their advantages and disadvantages.
Enough for one night. This has been an aggravating, heartbreaking, ridiculous, annoying, and forgettable weekend. I actually don't mind going back to work! Isn't that pathetic?
Grrrr...
Cassara
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If you're ever in California you CAN'T stay over night... that's just too short.
Remy