So as I’ve been dealing with the the debunking of my relationship (Debacle `07) I’ve come to a few conclusions, which I’m naturally going to share with you.

1. I’m a catch. I’m by no means perfect, but I do have a lot to offer, damn it.
2. I need someone who thinks I’m the greatest thing. I can’t compete with a lot of people, but I know I have a good heart, good personality, and a lot of love inside of me to share–with the right person that is.
3. Love me, love my cat. (There’s no real meaning behind this, I just wanted to throw it in.)
4. I’m the marrying type. Although my hair stylist has told me a few times, “Maybe you’re just meant to be alone.” Thanks, that’s very helpful. I love love, and I ain’t getting any younger, this clock is ticking.
5. If someone can’t see these things then I can’t complain, it truly is their loss.

So, that being said, the weekend was a hoot. I love my friends. Jonathan and I did it up right on Friday night. I asked him to keep me in line and he did–I didn’t get kicked out of the bar, as I have the past three Fridays in a row. Furthermore, I can’t get banned, it’s within walking distance to my apartment.

Saturday, Jeanette, Jonathan, and I went out. Here’s where I got carried away. I was informed after the fact that Jeanette dropped me off at Jonathan’s apartment, but I mysteriously woke up in my own bed. I blame the Bermuda Triangle.

I had lunch with mom and gram today, but unfortunately mom didn’t say anything too amusing to share. Other than she thinks Obama is a terrorist with the middle name Hussein. Ahh, mothers.

That’s all for now, have a great week everyone!