Same Ol' E!

So is anyone else feeling Half & Half Season 4 besides me? If you haven't seen an episode yet, then you're really missing out. It's been rocking and rolling so far. What I like is that the scenarios are so realistic. You can almost see yourself in that situation. It comes on Monday nights at 9:30PM ET/8:30 PM CT on UPN.

Has anyone been checking out the Mona-logue? Besides The Humanity Critic? I have from time to time. "Mona" talks about the same old struggles with finding love that we have. I do like that the show actually does have a blog for her. I've read some complaints that it's too Sex & The City. My response is...so what? Did Carrie ever actually have a blog that their viewers could see? I think not. She speaks of her relationship woes. Preach on sister...or whoever is actually doing the posting.

This leads me to my very own Why Wednesday? Sorry Foxy...*LOL*. I promise to share the same question on your blog, though. Why do the guys that you're really attracted to wind up being assholes? I was flashing back to my summer as I evaluate how 2005 has been to me so far...and I thought about Vince and Aaron and how they both wound up disappointing me big time. I obviously did my part in shaping how both of those paragraphs (I can't call it a relationship since it really wasn't.) turned out. As I theorized before, I placed too much expectations on both guys. I was definitely attracted to both big time. They both bought their C-game. I mean, I can't call it an A-game because both gave out clues that they weren't the guys I thought they were. Yet I ignored them. Why? Well I was attracted to them big time. A part of me I think was hoping things would work itself out. You know. I was being dumb.

So what could be the lesson learned? Things in pretty packages usually aren't what they seem? If it's too good looking, then it must be bad?

Even if I spelled out the lesson, would I learn it? Or am I like Bart Simpson who'll keep on touching that hot stove.

I'd like to hope I can move on, especially as I approach my 33rd birthday. But I know it's one day at a time and I'll probably stumble again. But when I fall down, I have to keep getting up. Keep on keeping on. I think that's in a song, right?

I actually found some old "journal" entries from the late 80s and some of the 90s that I kept. It's hilarious reading some of those posts and how crazy (and innocent) I was back then. Funny thing is as much as I have changed since then, I'm still the same in a lot of ways. I may share an entry or two next time.