Things I Want

I want someone who will love me for the rest of my life, who will support me in my aspirations, and who will lift me up when I’ve stumbled and fallen to the ground without thinking about what he can gain from it or leave because he can’t handle it.


Is that too much to ask?

Prince Charming?

Most people call me Nemy, mainly because I hate my real name. I got the nickname because I was born on Friday the 13^th and because I'm a fighter, and I’m certain there was a full moon that night, too, which would explain my need to shed my human skin and go full mega-bitch on people at times, aside from the fact that I am a bitch. It’s pretty much because of men. I hate them at this point. Their whiny-ass, lame-ass excuses for everything under the sun. Their pretending to still be involved while they try to find a way out, no matter how much you love them, or how much you’ve done for them; they don’t see it. They tell you that you need counseling. HA! I know just how broken I am, thank you, and I’m fine with that. I also know how to fix it, which entails getting rid of them. Two men. One treated me like his own personal mental punching bag, the other tossed me to the curb like a cigarette, with a nice little flick of “fuck you” thrown in before I hit. Seven years with one; eight with the other. That’s almost half my lifetime, or almost a third of it. Either way, it’s a lot of time wasted on them. Well, no, maybe wasted isn’t correct. I’ve learned valuable lessons, that’s for sure. If I didn’t think women would do the same, I’d switch sides, but they do it, too. I’ve witnessed it through friends. People grow apart. It’s human nature, I suppose; but really, the daunting task is to find that one person who shares the same interests… throughout your lifetime. I thought I had that, though. I’m certain several women out there thought the same thing. Maybe men, too. Who the fuck knows?

The last one moved to Colorado. We decided on it together. I was supposed to go with him, but things drastically changed within a very short amount of time. My instinct tried to warn me, but we women never listen to our gut when we’re in love. Not fly-by-night love, or new-relationship love. Seven years of unconditional love with an engagement ring on my damn finger. So much for unconditional. I still wear the ring, only for the fact that it keeps most men away from me. It’s my excuse for getting out of dates when they see me dressed in a leather bustier and low-rise jeans, looking like something reminiscent of a Bettie Page poster. Yeah, I know what men like. I’ve actually received a tip for “looking so good in clothes.” Men are strange creatures.

Me, I’m a writer, which means I also have to work for a living. It’s a fairly solitary life, unless one can find someone who gets the fact that a writer spends a good portion of their off time writing. That’s hard to find, and I’ve gone through two now in fifteen years. It causes some strange form of insecurity within those who don’t share the passion. I don’t have that much more time to waste on men like that. I suppose hate is a strong word, though, so it’s more like I dislike them.

I’m a bartender at a strip club. Laugh all you want, a girl doesn’t have to take off her clothes to make bank. I’m pretty sure the owner makes bank, too, but that kind of shit doesn’t matter to me. I’m not a gold digger like some women I’ve met. The neurotic strippers I work with crack me up, though, thinking they can find Prince Charming working at a place like this. I await the day Prince Charming walks up to me, because I’m going to punch that fucker dead in the face. If he sticks around after that, he’s a keeper.

A Fav of Mine

White Russian

1 1/2 oz Vodka
3/4 oz Kahlua
3/4 oz Light Cream or Milk

Mix the vodka and kahlua together, then float the cream on top. Add ice if desired (I always do)


=D

Tatanka

This is my baby, Tatanka. Yes, I know it's the Sioux word for buffalo.



Ain't he cute? Now you know where the eyes came from. =)

Imagination vs. Life

When I live, I leave one foot in the door of my imagination.

When I imagine, I leave one foot in the door of life.

Either way, it keeps me from getting too lost in those worlds I write or in the world I live in.


But I always dream.

OK, Have Another

I'll give you another drink:

Bloody Biker

2 oz Vodka
1/4 tsp Mario Olive Juice
5 oz Spicy Hot V8 Juice
1/4 tsp Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce
1/4 tsp Melinda's Habanero Pepper Sauce
Juice of 1 Lime wedge

Oh yes, it's good.

My Path to an English Degree

Finals are over, thank freakin' God! Can I kill the one professor who gave me a B? So much for my 4.0 average. Bitch.

Almost done. One year to go... if I don't get hit by a bus or something.



Working tonight, as always. Feels like I work every night. I need to hang with my girlz... sexy bitches. =p

Drink o' the Day

Screaming Blue Messiah

1 1/2 oz. Goldschlager
1/4 oz. Blue Curacao

Shot glass



Fucking awesome!