Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Hell in a handbasket...

Man, life is chaotic as hell right now. Work is a hot mess. Family needs a psychatrist, and I'm just losing my mind. I need to keep that. I'm back and better than I was though.

So, over the past few days I have been paying attention to the news more so than I usually do. I keep watching tradgedy unfold and for my emotional ass, it's too much to handle sometimes. However, if I read or see one more damn story about someone killing a child, I will fucking scream. First, this asshole kills his two year old son because he doesn't want to pay child support. He actually told the cops that he was either going to kill his estranged wife or kill the little boy. WTF?? Sick bastard. My son is 2 years old, and his dad always coming to get him. The excitement that builds up and overflows when his dad comes to get him is so obvious. The mother of the slain boy said that her son was so excited when he dad came to the door. This stupid coward, killed his own flesh and blood and then faked a kidnapping. I swear, I just need 10 minutes in an interrogation room with him with the camera behind the one way mirror OFF. I would bust his ass up.

Then, I get home and decide to watch TV. I watch a lot of crime dramas. I watched the First 48 on A&E and saw where someone went into a house and opened fire. Killed 6 people: 4 adults and 2 children. Three people were left in critical condition, all children. They were beat in the head and stabbed. I started crying as I was watching it. I just kept thinking what kind of sick bastard would do such a thing. Come to find out it was one of the dead men's brother. This man killed his brother, neices and nephews and didnt fucking care! Talking about pissed.

This shit has gotten out of hand. People are out of control. It frightens me that I am raising a child in this because society is losing it's damn mind. I swear my great-grandmother was right. The world is really going to hell in a handbasket.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

The Beginning

Welcome bloggers...this is the beginning of my personal revolution. I used to be shy and timid, but I'm slowly coming into myself as I get older. At 27, I'm becoming more and more liberated than I have ever been.

Honestly, I was inspired to do a blog by just dealing with everyday life and wanting to put my opinion out there. There are so any different things that I wanted to put my two cents in on, that now I have the opprotunity. I guess for my first topic, I will discuss something that has been on my mind ever since I had this conversation with a group of friends.

What exactly classifies "whoredom" (as my brother calls it)? If you are a 25 year old woman, no husband or boyfriend, and you keep it safe and secure, what's so wrong with enjoying a few different sexual partners? I'm not talking 3 or 4 in the same day or anything like that, but I'm talking you have a friend that you are insanely sexually attracted to and you allow it to go down. A few days later, you share a sexual experience with another gentleman. Does that make you are ho? I don't think so. I think that women who are comfortable with their sexuality can make those moves and still be considered ladies, just ladies who know what the hell they want. I have a friend who thinks that my philosophy is "too" liberated. I'm just becoming comfortable in my own skin. I'm beginning to feel myself just a lil bit :). I have a few men that are attracted to me and I'm not sleeping with all of them. However, there are a couple that I am insanely attracted to, but I find myself justifying my actions to my friends. Needless to say, I haven't acted on my desires because I don't want to hear the judgemental convesation that comes afterwards. I know she will ask, and I will tell her the truth. After that she will never let me live it down. See, I was in a relationship for quite a long time, almost 7 years. We talked marriage, but he just isn't ready. We have a son together and I am very respectful of him. I would never let my son see these different men that I spend time with unless one of them becomes very serious in my life. Is there something wrong with me making time for them or does that really constitute me being slutty?