My Own Best Boyfriend

Yes. I have decided that I am my own best boyfriend. Let's face it, I know exactly what I want to do, when I want to do it and where I want to do it. When I screw up and feel down, I buy myself my own flowers and let's face it, in the sack, I know exactly what works.

Let's just say, I have been dating someone and well... he's a nice guy and pleasant and smart, but anymore I just don't know if I am interested in being with someone more than once every other week. I enjoy taking care of myself and even though there are times, like when my car was broken in to, that I really need someone to cry on, I guess I realized that the best person for me, is me and maybe my dad... and you know... all you girls out there.

Maybe I am coming to the conclusion that, at 33, let's face it, I have figured out other outlets for my emotional and physical needs.

I MUST KNOW...

Who out there is watching "Charm School: Rock of Love Girls." I just... I just don't know what to say. I mean, how do these girls live? And Heather, my Heather I think my love for that one is lost.

Oh, and I have hung up on the Real Housewives of Atlanta and it is exceptionally difficult for me to cut out an entire reality television series.

THIS is hospitality??

Had a little bit of a rude awakening this morning.

I prepared myself for another day in this crazy "news" room, and yes, I will explain the quotes in a follow up post. So, I get ready to head out to the office and I decide, rather than walking, I am going to drive so I can stop and get some Starbuck's. And lo and behold, there is my lovely new convertible vw beetle, with a big fat smashed in window.

Now, I lived in a large city for about 13 years. I lived in many many many different apartments and actually had a few cars while I lived there and not ONCE was a broken in to. One month in a little southern town and what happens... vandalism. The crack head that smashed my window didn't even take anything. It wasn't even a robbery, it was just a vandalism.

Needless to say, I am sort of missing my Boston commute to work. You know... the commute on the bus in southie, surrounded by drunks and homeless people. I mean, at least those people left me alone.

Back in the Land of Cotton

So, I think I should get back on this blog. Basically, I am back in the south and I have quite a few thoughts on what it's like to be back in the land of Suzanne, Julia, Mary Jo and Charlene. In all honesty, I have no idea how those women made it in this world, in this Dixieland South. Oh, now I remember... it was a T.V. show.

Well, I'm here to tell you boys and girls, life here is no sitcom.

Look for new stories involving southern boys, shrimp and grits, sunny weather and being a woman in a place where people still find you odd if you do not strive to be barefoot and pregnant.