Tuesday
Hi
I’ve thought it over and typed out a draft of the dating resume… I’ve opted out of doing it. It is a horse that has been beaten to death on the show and in life in general. To be honest if I am meant to date someone it will happen, there will be the right single gentleman in the right (non disco) place. There won’t be bails of effort and horse shit to trudge through, he won’t have to kill himself to impress my friends and vice versa, there won’t be games involved unless its checkers, or clue…. Dating should be fairly easy not a chronic ulcer guessing what that person means -like do they really want to go out with me? Then why are they still sleeping with their girlfriend…. All of that isn’t how it is supposed to be. And seeing as I am actually happy as is (emotional, stupid situational bullshit aside because it is indeed bullshit and its fixable and surmountable)… I will see if it happens on it’s own…. The resume while funny – not necessary. And you out there – I am pointing directly at you… you that I do want to date or maybe have thought about asking out for a while… get your excuses / or your beer drinking hat ready because who knows 2004 could be the year of “gestures”. Or not- It could just be the year of tofu!!
Keep on keeping on!!! And remain hopeful. You root for me and I will in turn root for you!!
thea

Monday
Hi all.
Happy Monday if you will. At least try.
I went to the coffee shop next door to where I work and there was a rasta type fella in there and the cologne he was laden with is still on me… an hour later…swear to jah.
The other day I threw an old telephone away. I’ve been hanging on to it for years, it doesn’t work, and serves no purpose anymore … so I finally figured I must do away with it. That got me pondering… and as
I don’t have much going on at work today I thought I’ll mull over prospective resolutions for the new year, one of which is to examine various things, aspects and elements of my life and, like that old telephone, if it isn’t working, should be gotten rid of. I feel like I’m spinning sometimes in a circle of insane behavior that isn’t working. But I don’t know how to rid myself of it. And this, I will try to make progress towards. I mean, what am I clinging to. Also I want to actually post my dating resume on the website… for funnies mostly but it would be interesting to put on paper what I’m hoping for, and pretty laughable as well… ya know? It’ll show up in the “thea” section of the www. Assholierthanthou.com site.
Oh well that’s about it… my headache won’t go away.
Me
Ps: I recently overheard someone not that much older then ma’self saying that she was at the “health club” and just wanted to use the “walking machine”. I’m guessing she meant the gym and the treadmill. But if she tells me she sent a computerized letter to me on the thinking machine I will begin to wonder how sheltered a life she has led.

Monday
Hi all.
Happy Monday if you will. At least try.
I went to the coffee shop next door to where I work and there was a rasta type fella in there and the cologne he was laden with is still on me… an hour later…swear to jah.
The other day I threw an old telephone away. I’ve been hanging on to it for years, it doesn’t work, and serves no purpose anymore … so I finally figured I must do away with it. That got me pondering… and as
I don’t have much going on at work today I thought I’ll mull over prospective resolutions for the new year, one of which is to examine various things, aspects and elements of my life and, like that old telephone, if it isn’t working, should be gotten rid of. I feel like I’m spinning sometimes in a circle of insane behavior that isn’t working. But I don’t know how to rid myself of it. And this, I will try to make progress towards. I mean, what am I clinging to. Also I want to actually post my dating resume on the website… for funnies mostly but it would be interesting to put on paper what I’m hoping for, and pretty laughable as well… ya know? It’ll show up in the “thea” section of the www. Assholierthanthou.com site.
Oh well that’s about it… my headache won’t go away.
Me
Ps: I recently overheard someone not that much older then ma’self saying that she was at the “health club” and just wanted to use the “walking machine”. I’m guessing she meant the gym and the treadmill. But if she tells me she sent a computerized letter to me on the thinking machine I will begin to wonder how sheltered a life she has led.