ponette

I can't sleep. I mean I was asleep until a friend from LA called. We chatted along just fine until he started talking politics. I don't say this often at all, but this guy is, well... a complete chicken shit covering up with a lot of bullshit. Still, I can handle that until he said this one sentence:
"All women want the same thing- to get married, have kids, and let the man do all the work."
Wow. I didn't know people like this still existed. I tried to laugh it off and suggested he keep such enlightening thoughts to himself if he ever wants to enjoy the company of a woman again. But he was dead serious. Who wants to die alone and bitter? You do! Alright. One bitter, sad existance for the man on the other end of the tele, please.

Let me be very clear.
I want it ALL.

There is a man out there who will love me like his life depends on it. A man who is so sexy, so kind, so genuine that my head will spin and I will blow him in the middle of Sunday brunch if I feel like it. We will either get me pregnant or adopt a kid, and we will be such cool, intelligent fun parents that our kid will be able to lead a small nation by the time he moves out if that's what he chooses to do. We will love unconditionaly with no restraint. And it will get hard maybe half the time and it will suck, but we'll know that we can turn to each other and be honest. And every time I want to leave, I'll stay. I will write. I will publish. I will get my groove on and make my mark. And I will flip the bird to every pansy assed crybaby who said havig it all is "just too hard" because I know that the only people who succeed in all of the above are the strong ones who know the price, weigh it, and are willing to pay it.

smoke that.


night folks.