Because....*whispers*...."always"

Frankly, I wouldn't.

Maybe Laura Roslin in Alphonse Mucha style on the side of my waist. Scroll of pythia in hand wrapping around her---possibly on fire at the edges.

"bicycle race" by queen because Freddie says he doesn't like star wars and as a kid, that broke my heart.

Emotional fidelity is paramount- sexual fidelity is up to the individual couple--

If you ever try to tell me that Harry Potter has no value, I will personally come to your home and kick you in the face.

No, but I figure the lifetime of bad decisions will take care of any risk of me living a long, prosperous life.

English?

yea, art club, science club, you know.. the nerds.

Duck.. Duck.... Duck...............
Goose!

I'm pretty good at my job & at keeping the family finances in good shape. But the one thing I'm really good at is loving my family because that is what drives everything else I do.

if you have to ask other people what you should get as a tattoo, it doesn't seem like you should be getting a tattoo. it isn't like a polling place thing, it is a lifetime commitment of adornment. search yourself. if you find nothing tattoo-worthy, don't get a tattoo.

I'd like to start off by saying I was about to delete this question. But then I realized that I need to set you straight. If you care about me, you respect me and if you respect me and you are "concerned" than you should talk to me privately. Anonymously dropping by my formspring page isn't caring. It proves you to be passive and lack boldness. The deal here is that I'm an adult and I probably love you and I'm not going to flip out or bite your head off if you come to me in person and show legitimate concern to me. What are you so afraid of that you had to come to formspring to ask me this behind a mask? Do you really care or are you just gossipy? This is so judgmental of a question and hurts so much that you wouldn't want to speak to my face. Am I scary? Am I unapproachable? I'm so kind, really. If you care about me, that is probably why. And I take the opinions of my friends and family very seriously. I would've put you at ease about this concern with a smile and a story but you went about it all the wrong way.

This being said, I have an instinct to put you at ease because I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt and trying to see you for whatever concerns and positive intentions you have. I probably love you dearly. I feel like I don't want you to worry about me because it makes me feel guilty.

So here's your story that I would've told you in person, had you just asked: I needed to leave my ex a long time ago. It hasn't been working for a while. We suffered unsurvivable blows to our relationship and because I wasn't honest with myself, I stayed and "kept trying" for far too long. It weighed on me heavily and I worked very hard. In reality, we weren't right for each other (insufferable blows or not!). We didn't bring out the best in one another and despite the fact that the beginning of our relationship was beautiful and helpful, the last year wasn't ideal. We don't work as a relationship and I wish I wouldn't have worn myself thin trying to shape myself to make it work.

The person I date now wasn't someone I "left my ex for". He isn't the reason I left. He wasn't "waiting in the wings". He is a perfect gentleman, good gods is he ever. When I left, I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders and I felt like the best version of myself again. I was sad because it didn't work out, I was sad because of the passionate energy I'd spent trying to heal things but I was entirely relieved, in a way. I was excited to be on my own. Not in a "ooo I'm a single lady and I can date boys" kind of way but in a "I like myself. I'm OK no matter what, I'm happy." kind of way. My current boyfriend was "just a friend" for a while and we'd started developing a very dynamic, close friendship (it was always just a friendship). When I finally had the gall and the fire to break up with my ex, I gave myself thinking time and came around to the stark conclusion that I had a huge crush on this gentleman I'd been becoming friends with. HUGE CRUSH. UNREAL. I let myself feel it for the first time and it came over me with a lot of power.

In attempt to accept myself for exactly who I am, I have been letting myself feel whatever it is I want to feel. Without shame, without boundaries and without anyone else's mindset inaccurately shaping my choices against what is perfectly right for me. Only I know what is perfectly right for me and too many people who care have put their organized systems of life onto my influence and I've been very unhappy. I make my own rules now. So I asked my friend on a date. And by being uninhibitedly myself and having the mindset of "I'm gonna be perfectly me and either he'll accept it or he won't" we fell in love. So, yeah, I'm in love. I have a "new boyfriend" who I care about a lot. The feelings of my ex are no longer my responsibility, he is a grown man. He can take care of himself. I bent myself into a ridiculously small picture of myself in order to try and be with him in the past and that is no longer something I am ever going to do. I'm just me now and I'll figure it out.

I really do hope that you care about me, anon. And that you're not just gossipy and bored. I really do hope that this story puts you at ease and you can see that I am a grown woman, loyal and safe, a free spirit tempered with well-thought out logic. I can take care of myself. Thank you. I always ask for help when I need it. Really, if I'm in a jam----I know when to reach out. I don't need to reach out. I'm incredibly happy. Put your concerns to rest.

Well, it's a bit longer than a week ago, but I made one of my monthly sojourns with the dude to Gordyville. It's a terrifying, amazing flea market, if you haven't been. My boyfriend and I amble by the die-cast models table, where all the 1:60 scale semis and buses and Chevys and aircrafts were hanging out, and I'm facing the other direction and I hear him humming something that sounds like it's out of a vaudeville skit. I turn around and he's set two of the boxed semis up on end next to each other and is humming catastrophic music as he flies a plane into them.

Oh jeez, I only just saw this. He's a creep. Joe doesn't have anything to do with him and you shouldn't either.