The last year cowboy guy pic:
|Jon @ UA
Jon, the "cowboy from last year" growin' some facial hair. Heh.
Patrick and Cheryl, my quad friends who found luff!
|Patrick and Cheryl
Patrick and Cheryl, Christmas 2005 :-D
Mkay, so I went out with cowboy guy ONCE two or three years' ago, and I can't remember what happened, but I left quickly and vowed to never go out with him again. Err...now I don't remember WHY (and probably because I saw similarities to he and...who knows). But I'm thinkin' I should go out with him again.
Of course, there is that marriage proposal on the table. OMG. FRIENDSTER PEOPLE ARE JUST STRAIGHT UP YELLOW WALLPAPER, YO. One week after getting flat out dogged by SOME crazy dude (see entry on this page), I got a MARRIAGE PROPOSAL from an Indian (dot; not feathers). He "proposed" that we get to know each other via e-mail and chat, and to seriously consider his very heart-felt proposal of marriage.
Clearly, he didn't get the NO MARRIAGE memo I'm SURE I sent out to every single guy this side of the Mason/Dixon. Orrrrrr maybe he lives outside the borders. Anyway, um...I realize that this is how Muslims do it (get engaged on Friday, married on Monday) but I'm SO NOT A MUSLIM, AND THAT'S THAT. Plus, aren't they allowed to have like 57382957289 wives? I think it should be opposite. And mother nature has already provided me with enough dots on my face without me adding another one because I married SOME GUY WHO WANTS TO MARK ME. Eeeeeeeks. I wrote him back, thanking him for his (I'm so sure) heartfelt desire to be my life mate forever (his words; not mine), but that I'd already married 7358925792 of my "potential life mates" and wasn't interested in adding to that list. Geez. I don't get it.
Grrrr. Enough said.
I'm tired, hungry, I need sleep, I need a backrub...the list goes on and on. I'm too tired to really write what I want to, and have received another lovely nugget from the Poetry Guy (ZzzzZZz) which I won't bore anyone with by posting here. Besides -- I've felt like a poetry fraud ever since I won that thang. WILL IT EVER END?! I was gonna lock this entry up (since I included 'art' of someone who *might* have a problem with it), but I'm thinking Jon is ever the exhibitionist. Let's not forget he's one of them thur metrosexuals (even though he's part-time military, part-time professor). Heh. He'll probably lurve the advertising, I think.
Yeah. So I'm tired and mucho grumpy. So I'm outta here.