I'm going to sue Disney...

That's it. I've had enough. If life doesn't suck enough, You go through childhood thinking that adulthood is going to be cheesecake and ice cream. You watch All the Disney movies as a kid.
Cinderella... prince charming comes and saves the day for her, taking her away from a life of servitude and emotional neglect... except they ignored the end where Prince charming and Cinderella got divorced because Prince Charming is an alcoholic and Cinderella is a delusional schizophrenic.
Pocahontas... Pocahontas and John fall in love and she saves him and he saves her people, they get married and live happily ever after? Nope. John takes her to England and forces his culture on her, she lives out her life unhappily due to emotional abuse and a husband that cheated on her regularly. Then he went back to America and left her in England to fend for herself.
Little Mermaid? In the real story she dies in the end... Disney version? They split because Ariel couldn't have kids. Forcing Prince Charming to cheat on her and have a bunch of bastards before the had her beheaded.
Snow White... Prince Charming saves Snow white from her wicked Step-Mother, only to Find out that she cheated with the seven dwarfs, and the babies weren't his. He was so upset by this he had to be institutionalized, and the dwarfs wouldn't take Snow White in after they found out the truth so she moved into a shack and ultimately became the old woman in the shoe ( with tons of kids and had no idea who's father was who.)

So, I'm seriously thinking about suing. I want to sue Disney, and probably Hollywood for that matter, for giving me the disillusion that I could find a prince charming and have a happily ever after.
I lose a little part of my belief in love everyday. All it seems society today, and my generation are concerned with is sex. I want more. I want to have a happy family with a strong bond based on honesty. So why is it that I feel like I won't ever find it?
Am I looking in all the wrong places? Maybe I just don't cut it. Maybe from the outside I don't fit the relationship mold.
Whatever...
"Can't" isn't in my vocabulary, but I come closer and closer to putting in here everyday.

My mom sends me "Blog Fodder"...

http://www.plentyoffish.com/member5917576.htm


I received this link, along with a description funny enough to post on "www.postcardsfromyomomma.com" (but I didn't because I promised).

So I checked out the link.

Now it's sad when even I don't know where to begin. (Mostly because I'm not sure where it begins or ends... sheesh!) So I'm just going to start at the top...

"sexykayz" is looking for "a nice guy."
"sexykayz" has one clothed picture and seven cleavage shots in various states of undress.
"sexykayz" says "Im NOT looking 2 hook up or have sex. so PLEASE if thats all you want dont contact me because the second you try to make a pass at me or tell me my tits are nice, you will be blocked from contacting me"

"sexykayz" is a walking contradiction. When I looked at this, I was torn between laughing at her, and wanting to help her. Obviously we can see which side is winning.

The obvious thing for me to do would be to start ripping apart her physical appearance. I could say things like "Watch out for this one, people, she's rocking the myspace angles*!" or "Holy Tweezers, chick! WTF happened to her face!" But the sad reality is that she is making some of the same mistakes a ton of young girls make. There's absolutely NO WAY she doesn't see how the photographs she's taken of herself (and posted on the internet for all to see) force someone to look at her in a sexual light. The photographs don't inspire thoughts of art, beauty, class, or intelligence. They say "look at me I'm an attention whore, and sex sells."

But don't tell her her "tits" are nice. I understand that they are spilling out all over her personal ad, and that she looks like a whore, but really, she wants to be loved for *who* she is. Not what she looks like. Sadly enough she's 21, has a six month old, and she's still a baby herself. Looking at her page all I can think is that she has NO IDEA who she is, or what she wants. But she sure wants someone to come along and do everything for her.

This girl needs to do the rest of woman kind a favor, and either get some self-respect and pull her head out of her ass, or just admit she wants to be viewed as a sex object to validate her short comings. But posting a bunch of half naked pictures and expecting true nice guys to contact her is a bit outlandish.


*myspace angles- photographs taken at angles as to make one who is not so attractive appear as though they are.
i.e.

Seems like the most amazing people are the ones that leave us too soon.

Friday, May 1st, 2009

The world lost another hero on Friday. Another bright star whose light shone for far too brief a time, in the eyes of those who knew him.

Thomas Michael Mozik, JR. (TJ, Teej, Teejers, Teejmeister)... You will forever be in our hearts.

I know exactly what he would say to me right now. He'd hug me, tell me I'm beautiful, and tell me to be happy that I was one of the lucky ones who had the opportunity to call him friend. Then he'd start laughing at my episode of crying at the grocery store. "Clean up aisle three!" He'd start making jokes, and before I would know it, my tears would become laughter, and all would be right with the world.

Teej gave great advice. Whether or not I took it before it was too late was often another story.
Teej gave 100% all the time. I first met Teej in the 6th Grade. 15 years later, I'm standing alone in my thoughts, and thanks to him I have some awesome memories to reflect on, and should hell freeze over and I procreate, I have some amazing stories of our adventures to share and pass on.

I miss you Teej. I love you, and my heart aches knowing you're gone, but a piece of you lives on in all of us that had the oppurtunity to know you, and have you in our lives.

There are days I seriously wonder if my life isn't some kind of comedy. I mean it's not funny to me, but I can see where my misfortunes would be funny to someone else. I have SEVERAL supporting examples for this.

We'll start with *Sam*. I met him online a few years ago. I think it was off of Hot or Not, or Yahoo Personals, who knows (or cares at this point). *Sam* was just out of the military, very nice via email, and it seemed like we had a lot of similar interests. So after about two months of emailing and texting and a few phone calls, he asked me to dinner. A nice little Italian place in my area. So, anyone who knows me, knows that not only was I excited I put a lot of time and care in getting ready. When I get there, there's a small, man wearing a LARGE Hawaiian shirt and dirty black pants standing outside. He was rocking the 80's fireman porn-stache, and when he smiled, he had the most disgusting rotted nubs left of teeth. The pictures that were sent to me, were NOT this guy. But low and behold, here's my 'date'. (Go ahead laugh) I was determined to prove to myself I was not so shallow as to turn around and leave. I've been stood up before, and I've been left on a date, I know it sucks. So I hiked up my proverbial britches and walked inside. I remember sitting across the table and staring at his teeth as he talked and praying that he order something soft because I didn't want to witness any further damage to them. I only ordered a salad, my appetite was gone, and the urge to run and brush my teeth was almost overwhelming. The worst part, was listening to him. He had some really interesting stories about his military experiences, and childhood tales. But in the end, my shallowness won. I did make it through the entire thing. I almost cried when he ordered dessert, but I made it. He hugged me when we walked out, that was when I realized the smell the entire evening was not the restaurant, it was him. He was talking to me, started to say something about the possibility of meeting up again, when THANK HEAVENS, someone called. I said I had to take it, made out like it was for work, and booked it.
I mean there's no saving those teeth, not with out a WHOLE LOT of money. But really? Shower? Shave? Clean clothes? Sending a REAL picture? Come on... What would you have done? Because I beat myself up on how shallow I was for a little while, then realized it's ok to have standards, and hopefully he meets someone who can look past all that.

What's worse, is that I have tons of these nightmares to share.