here's the thing
i was resting.i was weary.
weary from dating.
weary from the pressure.
then i said eff it, yo.
i logged off.
i closed it down.
i deactivated my profile - otherwise known as my lifeline - for three months.
i had a bad spell. i go through this often.
a man who lied about his height, drank too much, hated his job and smelled like marlboro reds...
he tainted me.
i fell ill that evening - it was early september. still warm outside, and i was drinking too much. i was in a state of quasi panic, falling deeply into a spell of dizziness and lunacy. one drink after another.
the sickness that can only come with trolling for sex, dates and more...on the internet...
in the past three months, i refound myself.
it's been religious.
if religious means getting back into this whole effing game and riding it out - it was religious.
i'm back.
i'm better than ever; so i'd like to think.
sure, nerve owns my ass...
but it's been good to me...
and i'm not to taking myself - too seriously.
no mas.
this is new and improved crutcha.
thecrutcha i always wanted to be.
carefree, balls out, ass tapable and more.
and, i've come to realize something important in the past month...
a lesson learned, or so i think...
*if i was a cock-rocker and saw all the hot bitches there were waiting to get laid down - posting their goods on the net, so all could go home and create a spank bank fantasy - i too would find it difficult to concentrate on one.
i'm sure this somewhat stunning revelation will continue to annoy, disturb and irritate me - but i'm back, bitches.
posted by tinamarie @ 9:44 PM
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