Attention Whore....

I might just be a attention Whore but who isn't right? I mean really it can't just be me or can it be? I was just talking to my best friend Marc (who has been really good to me in my time of need) and we where laughing about how much we have been texting daily these past couple of weeks. He's really so sweet.. poor guy has been a life line to me.. willing to talk about crazy and at all times of day. I think it is due to my chronic need for attention right now and to have him talk me off the ledge when I feel sad. I really don't know why I feel sad at times I should be mad but I'm really not ...just hated to loose the friendship if you want to know the truth about it. Anywho, He has been patient and kind in a way that it is nice to know that you have friends out there that just love you for you and all the madness that follows you like a Ogar clawing on your back with it nasty jacked up nails.
Our topic of the day: College and how I would flirt shamelessly with my professors if I had a really hard class. I'm telling you I was terrible. I used to sit in the front row and wear tight T-shirts. I particularly had these 2 professors that I had crushes on because they were 1: Dr. Sexton (I know the name in itself) My Anatomy teacher. I once held a plastic model of a heart up to my boobs and asked him as I pointed to the model "is this is the intervecular groove" Needless to say I got a B+ in both my classes...oh yeah it worked. 2: My Microbiology professor Dr. Cho. Oh how I loved his knowledge as I was separating the bacteria that I grew from my partners Belly button. I could pick his brain for hours. I even stopped eating red meat for a while although I'm not sure why it wasn't like he was a vegetarian. He would tell us stories of growing up in China and the water bacteria problems...Man I was hooked line and sinker...
Yeah I know your shock not me right never...Attention whore Please...

Bang Bang....

Like my Gun...zzzz. So, you all know that I am not seeing crazy guy anymore and it is for the best trust me...oh it hurts don't get me wrong but you can't dwell on it forever. I look at it like this I had the time I had with him; it was fun and wonderous. Bless to have it and blessed to be alive.

 When it rains it pours as fate would have it before Christmas Logistic guy got in touch with me; I haven't heard or seen him for a year. Coarse I didn't have time to see him with the holidays and then there was the crazy guy. Anywho since I broke things off with Crazy I decided to reach out to my friends (a girl can't get to far from her guys friends even though I tried to cut them off) and hang out with them...Harmless shamelss flirting but nothing to scandilous. I  went to his house all boobielicious the other day and it was like old times. He was so tired but tried to stay up as long as he could to talk with me. The thing about him is that he just rolls with the punches. We laughed I was dressed in my 80's clothes...fun times. He showed me his guns...and then no...I didn't show him mine....I took this pic just for all my peeps in blog land. So, enjoy...Next time we go to the range to shoot then guns...and no I'm not going to let him shoot me just yet anyway....Muahhh
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