Could It Be I Stayed Away Too Long.....

Ugh....well I made it thru my first semester of law school ---- PRAISE GOD ---- and still have all my hair & health. I could talk about school, but that would be no fun, and who needs to vent about class when you're on vacation???

A. STALKERS & NEW LOCKS
Yes, I had a stalker this semester. My impeccable taste in men has left me still single with a new set of locks on my front door. When a man compliments your intelligence & talks about the role of women being to "cook, clean, and fuck" (excuse my language - this is a direct quote from my stalker) at your man's whim (and "suck his dick when it gets to that time of the month") -- RUN! Because, as it turns out, that is really what he thinks. Subtle hints about ironing his shirts or washing dishes I didn't eat off of, or staying at his apartment to be there with dinner ready when he got out of class was only the appetizer. It then escalated from "joking" to being serious requests and me getting carried across the room to keep me from leaving. During a bathroom break of his I gathered my books and bolted - never looking back. Needless to say, this was not the end - during Iron Bowl Weekend I had to get my locks changed because the bastard had made a copy of my key and come into my apartment while I was gone. Apparently I left the TV on and my car was in the parking lot, which made him think I was home & ignoring his knocks at the door so he came in. So, in 2008 I learned - maybe my taste in men needs a little help after all and just because they're intelligent & sweet in the beginning doesn't mean thats who they really are...

B. THE NONSENSICAL THINGS PEOPLE SAY
So this year I also had an associate confide in another associate that they didn't like really like me, but didn't really dislike me. That for the past 4 years we hung out & did tons of stuff together because we HAD to, and now that we've all graduated that obligation has been filled & we don't have to like each other anymore....even though we're both great people...and that our personalities don't compliment each other - even though we've been 'friends' the last 4 years...

I don't understand but if you do, be a sweetheart & explain it to me...

C. WHY I NAMED THIS BLOG WHAT I DID
Cotton Candy On A Rainy Day ---- you know, I feel like this is a perfect explanation of my life. My life is EXACTLY like cotton candy on a rainy day. It gets wet, and dissolves, and runs all over the place, and is just so sticky you can't figure out what the hell to do with it........but its still so damn sweet - you end up enjoying it anyway, even if its a total mess...

But for those who enjoy something a little more profound...enjoy Nikki Giovanni's Poem

Cotton Candy On A Rainy Day

Don't look now

I'm fading away

Into the gray of my mornings

Or the blues of every night

Is it that my nails keep breaking

Or maybe the corn

on my second little piggy

Things keep popping out

on my face or of my life

It seems no matter how

I try I become more difficult

to hold

I am not an easy woman to want
They have asked the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . .

politicians and social workers

What this decade will be

known for

There is no doubt . . . it is

loneliness.