There comes a time in just about every females life where we stop aiming to please the very thing we despise. The male population. Warning signs include, but are not limited to;

* Deciding the messy bun is an appropriate hairstyle for 6 out of 7 days in the week.

* The epitome of style includes rolling the sleeves of a crew neck t-shirt with a clever saying that screams “in-the-process-of-becoming-a-problem-drinker”

* Puts down beer can, picks up wine glass. (filled up from spout coming from box) 

* Concluding the Notebook is a fluke.

* Believing our third consecutive day in a row without make-up is a result of newfound confidence.

* Working out for a week, realizing it was just a phase, then making an ice cream sundae a 7 year old would shit their pants over.

Fear not, for any number of these warning signs may be temporary. Because through all the bullshit, we deal with. The countless paid dates, endless hours of making dinner for two, and laundry that never seems to end. We are relentless with the hope that he is out there. The one that will appreciate you for exuding each of the insane behaviors listed. Fear not, because we are women. and without men.. is woe.

I am a nerd. I read books. I make funny faces to see people smile. I say what everyone in the room is thinking. I drink beer, damn I love beer. I watch sports. I play football and wear high heels. I’m a shopaholic. I love make-up. I am a girl. I stuff my face with fattening foods, and eat like a teenage boy. I’m complex without trying. Indecisive because I care. I will watch the same movie a dozen times. I will cry at the notebook, the last song, and remember the titans, every time. I am a dork. I actually enjoy doing math. I have a fascination for teaching people things. I retain the stupidest facts. I am constantly thinking. I am more flexible than the average human. I love meditation, tai chi, and yoga. I’m loud. I go on rants about random things. I observe human interaction. I give advice but never follow my own. I make stupid life decisions like everybody else. I learn from my mistakes. I pick up and keep moving forward in life. More significant than learning all that about myself, accepting that I am beautiful.

…Because being beautiful is more than having the confidence to know who you are. It’s about proudly showing the world who you are.

It’s been concluded that my  graduation, and lack of career certainty, has led to the unconditional love for none other than social media. Yay. Congratulations on making it through two years of college, attaining a degree and feeling no desire to further pursue it. Awesome start to the “real world.” With no where else to turn, social media gladly accepted me with open arms. Except for twitter. Fuck that, I’m from Maine, we use birds as target practice and nothing more. If my vulgarities offend you, I apologize, but get the fuck off my blog if you don’t particularly enjoy it.

…. So lets see how this Tumblr shit works out.