Women… *tsk tsk*

Branx and Jaye broke up.

Technically.

They still do live together, but that's purely out of economic reasons because it's cheaper to pay half the rent instead of full rent.
How does that affect moi? It doesn't really. Except that I won't be called 'the substitute wife' but rather 'a shoulder to cry on' once again, in a course of a year.
And it's also kind of a relief because I'd rather see them separated than going at each other's throats all the time for trivial reasons. It annoyed the hell out of me.
Oh no, I'm not sad because yet another lesbian couple in my vicinity decided to call it quits, I'm glad I don't have to witness any more of that lovey-dovey/she-irritates-me bipolar passive aggressive 'love'.

I'm considerate like that.

Girls with guns

I am a sucker for crime/forensic shows. I follow them all. Law and Order: SVU, CSI (all fifteen of them), Criminal Intent, NCIS, Without a Trace, Cold Case, NYPD Blue… You name it, I'm watching it. Up until recently my argument for all the show watching was that it's good television. Suspense, riddles, crime solving, good guys kicking bad guys' asses, tires screeching, guns blasting, stuff exploding, blood everywhere… Yes, all very educational and stress relieving.

But then I realized that it's not just the action sequences and/or mandatory suspense that's making my adrenaline kick in, but rather the presence of certain characters on each show is what makes me watch the shows week after week even though the storylines just keep repeating themselves.

Yes my darlings, Miss K has a thing for ladies with guns. The women that will kick your ass, throw you up against the wall and tell you to spread them, and maybe even reach for the gun holster so they'd show you they really mean business. I mean, how could I not fall under the charm of a woman who's smart, agile, fearless, gets rid of the bad guys and looks so fine while doing it?

I admit that Olivia Benson was my first love. And you always remember your first. No one can compete with Olivia B. Well maybe Olivia B + Alex C. Oh how I daydreamed of that pairing… Oh and then Samantha Spade. I'd so kidnap people if it meant getting arrested by her. Calleigh Duquesne? Don't. Even. Get. Me. Started on her because my head might explode. And then there are all the wonderful ladies of CSI LV… When I watch that show, I am in heaven. Catherine Willows. Sara Sidle. Oh and my newest, freshest, and guiltiest of pleasures: detective Sofia Curtis. I profess my adoring love and devotion to her. I shall be her slave in any way she wants it. I would do anything, anything for a glimpse of her in suit pants, black shirt (with sleeves rolled up to her elbows!) and gun in hand being all do-you-feel-lucky-punk-ish.

Can you blame me?

I love my dentist; she's a cool lady. Kinda reminds me of dr. Addison from Grey's, except with blonde hair and not as hot. And her nurse is a cool one as well. It's fun when you don't have to shake in your pants because you know you have a dentist appointment, but you're kinda giddy knowing that you're having an appointment with your cool-lady-dentist and her just-as-cool-nurse sidekick.

That is all. Carry on.

Suddenly, everyone is a matchmaker.

Ebie wants so hook me up with her psychology TA. She would hook herself up with her if she didn't have a wife, 'that's how hot she (the TA) is'. Right.

Branx took me to DM today because a 'superhotsexyandverygay' girl works there. The girl even has red highlights so she's obviously 'totally my type'. It's nice to know that all my friends consider needed for someone to be my type is when a certain girl has red or curly hair, wears glasses and/or owns a leather jacket.But it's not like my judgment is any better these days; every girl I find interesting is either taken, straight or a jailbait.

The 1st one

I used to keep a blog on LiveJournal. I loved doing it. It's not that I had much to write about because my life is not very exciting. But it was a place to store my thoughts, and maybe even get an outside input from a kind stranger on issues that bothered me and caused much drama in my life.

When I’m stressed or overpowered by emotions, I write. They are short stories, 1200, 5000 words long. When I’m really stressed and the emotions get overbearing I even put down 70 pages of stuff. The stories are about me even though I would never admit to it, and I will deny it if ever confronted.

It was a girl, the reason why I shut down my last blog. She didn’t like reading about herself (or knowing that there is a place where someone writes about her) on the Net so, because I cared a great deal about her, I shut down my blog.

We didn’t last long; I was heartbroken, but even though I needed a place to vent my feelings at, I decided not to post it for the world to see. I guess it was only fair, to both of us. But I did write a story. And that’s how that circle got to its close.

It’s been a while but I’m here now, hoping for a fresh start, hoping for something exciting to write about.