not much but something

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Just like I said not too much goingon here but some things. I am feeling good today. I have a lil belly thing goingon but inside I am ding ok. Why you may ask. well, I had some positive feedback today and in the strangest way I felt good about it.
As too many of you know I have a history of shall I say... flirting. Well I havent done that nor had an urge to in a very long time. Today a very handsome guy was in the coffee place and all of a sudden I felt it. Havent felt it in years but yup there it was, a little voice, but not , an urge, but not compelling. I cant explain unless you also have a history of addictions! Yes I was an attention seeker and purveyor of all things "about Me" I think my heart has for the first time been involved with my urges since I met Andy and havent needed or wanted anyone else.
Now I am not saying that I dont admire a good looking man, or even may I be as blunt to admit to all of blogdom I love seeing a beautiful woman. The difference the past few years has been I dont feel the need to fu&* the guy in the coffee shop anymore. I do however since 8 this morning again have the urge to catch a glimpse of someone or something else again. I have been very grey for a long time. I have said it before and will- I am sure- say it again that I dont feel much on the average anymore. I am either really sad, or reelingly happy.
Go to work, whatever, see friends, whatever, go out, whatever.
Feel something, anything again.... that would be great.
Dear guy in kakhi's and brown jacket this am,
Thanks for looking at me longer than 5 seconds, and smiling when I greeted the woman behind the counter. Thanks for recognizing my scrubs and commenting on how I "must be a great nurse, He can tell."
I went to work feeling good and alive and excited and like I needed to check my hair.
Good God I miss that.
OH yeah the pics are of my good girl allie with her brohter and Bad girl allie with her friends at a frat party. Ilove it

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Dayngr said…
Your little guy has gotten so big!
10:12 PM
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