Tales of a Sonar-less Bat

So I had this short dialogue going on with a guy on OKC, he said I sounded cool and he wanted to get to know me. That was message one and two, in a nutshell. Message three started out with "I have a personal question for you and I hope you don't get offended. What is your bra size?" I pretty much stopped reading there. I told him that I wasn't offended but to ask me that was terribly inappropriate and that I was no longer interested in chatting with him. Then I blocked him. What is it about the internet that makes guys think it's okay to do that? I mean really?

So, tonight I went out to dinner with ar_richardson. Afterwards we went to the theater to see Maleficent. Even with a coupon it cost $19 for us to get in. That is too expensive! That's why I rarely see movies in the theater. Anyway, it was worth every penny. I can't wait for it to come out on DVD so I can buy it. I won't give any spoilers, but definitely see it if you get the chance.

Remember a few days ago when I had that terrible toothache? You know the one where I couldn't sleep and I was the crankiest bat EVAR? Well, I went to the dentist on Tuesday and they said that I had an abscessed tooth. Since I'm not working right now the dentist I went to was a free clinic. They are amazingly good at what they do, but they don't do root canals so I either had to dig up $600 (which between you and me I don't exactly have that kind of cash stuffed in any of my orifices right now) or get it pulled. I was scared because I know that sometimes the infection can make the numbing stuff not work right. It came out fine though. I've got TMJ so my jaw actually aches more than the spot where the tooth got pulled. Go figure.

I wasn't able to do a lot of things due to the pain the last few days so today I was like CLEAN AND ORGANIZE ALL THE THINGS!!!! I cleaned the bedroom, living room, kitchen, organized and scanned a ton of pictures and documents, and partially did the walk in pantry. Oh yeah, I've been up since 6:30am and I went to sleep at 4am...so I've done all of this on about 2.5 hours of sleep. Yeah..I don't get it either. Usually I've crashed or napped by now...but really I'm fine. *flaps into the wall..bumps off...flaps into the wall again...bumps off...rinse and repeat*

*sigh* I have a really hard time with the whole online dating thing. Maybe I'm being too picky, but I can't strike up a conversation with a man who can't be bothered to spell correctly or string together a decent sentence. Maybe it's because I'm a teachers daughter, but some of these correspondences make me want to take a red pen to them and send them back marked "Better luck next time". I don't expect verbal or written perfection but honestly, if he can't spell the word goals in this day and age WITH spell check then he is either lazy or dumb and either way his "goles" are probably not going to line up with mine. Obviously I don't judge anyone whose first language isn't English, though. It's hard to learn a second language and impressive as heck to me when people do it. I don't care if they can spell or not ^_^

I went to the thrift shop with Rainy yesterday. They had paperbacks there for 99 cents or $8 a bag. I asked for a bag and with my best evil smile filled it to overflowing with books. When I got home and counted my stash I had 23 books in the bag. ^_^ Never underestimate a determined redhead.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/57788/…

Lust is the study of dance and retreat
The chase and the beat
Where souls move together, collide and complete....

And musicality crawls through our skin
So transparent and thin
Like the breath of a kiss that has yet to begin.....

Just like the thunderous beat from the drum
We pulsate and come
Apart at the seams like your cat's got my tongue.....

The music fades down so the silence can start
It's own form of art
And all that remains....
All that remains.....
Is the stone steady beat of my percussive heart.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/493705…

Oh what a weary heart have I,
as I watch my loved ones earthly lie.
And though I may long to lay me down
and freely relinquish my mortal crown
ever northward continues my gait
and I shuffle, rambling, toward that final state.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/602196…

Written in high school, revised a little.
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You strand yourself on an empty beach;
Food, water, or wine you cannot reach.
You starve yourself, you’re beyond speech.
You bore yourself, you’ve no one to teach.

The tears run down your sunburned face.
You tear at your hair, a basket case.
You’re inconsequential in this space,
Despite your fine breeding, despite your grace.

You amuse yourself with mixed up lore.
You laugh at your wit like it’s no small chore.
You don’t have enough and you want more,
But your eyes are wet and your brain is sore.

You swear that you aren’t the one that’s insane.
But you’re begging for water while drowning in rain.
Your record is skipping, you’re stuck on your pain...pain…pain…pain
As you sit on the sand, counting each grain.