A day in the life of Reese....

There's no wrong way to eat a Reese's....hehe


Woke up this morning with a lot on my mind.. The night before had been totally out of control. I say this because anytime you find yourself doing something just for the sake of doing "it"... then in my opinion you're out of control. I learned a lot this week. #1 I Gotta Love me... I HAVE to, otherwise happiness will never be in me and I will NEVER be able to love or make anyone else happy. #2 the next man that comes into my life will have to WORK hard to get anywhere near my heart... and I plan to make him work... why should I be the sole supporter??



Later on I ran some errands... picked up MarQuin. He was going to his best friends bday party which just conveniently happened to be across the street from Aaron. No, I couldn't resist temptation.... gosh I love him... *Sigh* I did see him. He cut the hair off.... I liked the hair. But he's beautiful even so. It's truly amazing to me how this man, who was once my world, can sit right next to me as if I don't existat all... that still hurts, but I work through it... after some brief small talk... a look at MarQuin's report card following some uncomfortable silence, he exited my car and I drove away......I left my heart on his lawn..



After sitting on my couch for quite some time doing absolutely NOTHING I began browsing Myspace..then I decided to go out.. I called my sister, but she didn't answer... I called a few friends.. still no answer. I sat there for a moment more and said, "Fuck it! I am going out ALONE!" I headed to the shower... got dressed and out the door I went. When I got to the club I headed to straight to the bar...1st drink I was feeling relaxed... 2nd drink I was feeling GOOD.. 3rd drink I was on the dance floor sweating like a pig. I fucking love it! I felt sooo sexy and beautiful. Men were everywhere.. dancing with me... talking to me.. OK.. this wasn't so bad after all. Of course there is NOTHING that's going to come from anyone I met tonite.. but it was FUN... and I enjoyed ME.. and I didn't need any reinforcement from anyone else... by my 6th drink they were playing Bob Marley and I was STILL dancing.. When the lights came on I stumbled down the stairs. It took me a moment to regain my composure, but I made it safely to my car. I decided to stop at Denny's and have some breakfast. I figured that would give me a moment or so to sober up. It helped. I sat there alone people watching for about 30 minutes. Good thing my apt is just down the street from the club. I am at home now... in my pj's... writing this.. still a little tipsy, but I feel wonderful or like someone I know says.. FAN TAS TIC!



It's good to be 30 and look 21... it's even better that I am recognizing how wonderful I am... and I am relishing in my own glory...