My roommate called me last night around 8:45, to let me know that the leasing office of my apartment complex had left us a letter in the door earlier that day. The letter said that they would be coming today at 10:30 to do a pre-inspection since we're moving at the end of the month. The house was a complete complete wreck. I promptly freaked out and called my boyfriend to calm me down. He told me he was coming over to help me clean. I tried to fight with him about it, telling him not to, he didn't live her, etc. Shawn is as stubborn headed as I am, and came anyways. We got this place looking pretty good if I do say so. The kitchen is a wreck, but that's because my third roommate, decided not to get home until 11:30 last night and his attitude about the whole thing was "Well, we're fucked anyways, I'm not going to help clean, at all." Not even his room a little bit. I don't even know if he put aways his bong and stuff like that is in his room. He's an asshole, and I really hate him. But, I love my amazing awesome boyfriend who drives 20 minutes into town to help me clean MY house, and stays up until 1 with me when he has to get up at 7 so he can get ready and be at work by 8. Who let me cuddle up to him when I got scared last night from the storm we had. Who is willing to be by my side for anything and everything I want/need to do.

Of course they can!!!!! My mother got pregnant at 17 and yes, she did get married. Her and my father seperated when I was 6. Since he took the car, she had to bum rides to community college,and when she couldn't get one, she would hitchhike. She continued from the community college to University of Virginia the number 1 public university in the COUNTRY, while raising myself and my sister who is a year and a half younger. And graduated when I was 11 years old. My mother is my role model, my rock, my everything. She didn't let me or my sister become a statistic. She couldn't afford childcare for us during the summer, so we went to my grandparents house for the summer. She also sent us out of town then so we wouldn't be at home by ourselves, and so we wouldn't get into trouble. If I become half the woman my mother is today, I'd be proud of myself. 

   

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I'm cocky about certain things about myself. There are things that I just know, that I rock at. Others can try and beat me, show me up, but it won't work. I'm having the kind of day where I need a pick me up, so heres my list.

1)Massages-I went to massage school, and am qualified to be a massage therapist if I wanted to get my licensing. I wouldn't be happy giving massages to random people all day, but for my friends and family, I will gladly give them. I spent a few thousand dollars learning how to manipulate the human body, take away the aches and pains, work out the knots that you didn't even know you had, and by the time I am done with you, you will feel like you're just a big pile of mush on my massage table, thats how relaxed you are.

2)Flirting-I'm not a slut or a tease or anything like that. But I do know how to get a guys attention, and keep it. And some it is just the classic stuff. Get close, but not too close. Wearing something that shows a little bit, but don't show everything. Give him something to want to get to see. Be myself, have fun. Just because I flirt with a guy, doesn't mean I want to take him home with me.

3)Kissing-again, same as number 2. But usually the guy is someone that I'm already dating, and I've learned how they like to kiss.

4)Dancing-It's in my blood. My grandmother was a trained ballerina and ballroom dancer. My mom always had the radio on in the kitchen while she was cooking, and danced around while doing it. I remember my mom dancing to Love Shack when I was a little girl. It's the first song I remember hearing on the radio. And she was just tearing it up, just being herself having fun. Another time, when my Uncle got married, my mom and uncle cleared the dance floor to the song White Wedding, by Billy Idol. I love to go out dancing at a club when I've had a bad day. The music starts pounding, and I can't help but move my hips, shake my ass and let loose. I can just sweat away my worries and fears and anxiety for a few hours, get lost in the movement and the bass in the music. My legs might be a little sore the next day, but it is totally worth it.

5)Blowjobs-No, I'm not offering them. But they are something I'm good at. Something I've always been good at. I got drunk one night with a group of friends, one of them a guy I had dated but remained friends with afterwards. Well, somehow sex came up and I declared to the entire group that I give amazing blowjobs. And he chimed right in and said yep, she gives the best. again, i'm not a slut, but it's something I know I can do, and do it right.

6)Balloons-I work in a Hallmark store, and I always volunteer to do the balloon orders. I curl the ribbons, and pick out awesome colors, and make it look good. I'm not the balloon goddess for nothing you know.

7)Being a good friend-Even if some of my friends and I don't talk on a regualr basis, I'm there for them whenever and they all know it. That's what friends are for. If someone needs to vent at 2 in the morning, I'll pick up my phone and see what I can do. I've stood by my friends through thick and thin. I've had friends abandon me when I needed them the most. I'm no longer friends with them. But if they ever needed something, I'd try to do it. Even after being betrayed by them. My friends are as close as family to me. I would rather have a few good friends than tons of people that I kinda know.