This is Dangerous

You guys. Having the ability to do blog stuff on my phone is wicked convenient but also dangerous. Like right now. Just in from a great night out, filled with a ton of laughs and all that good stuff blah blah blah. 

Now I’m home. Wide awake. Just washed all that makeup off and now I’m just straight up chilling. Thinking that this is a good idea. To just type whatever I want. 

And I’m vaping. Still recovering from the burning ash debacle from two weeks ago. I have this goofy scar thing which is super notable since I’m tan but my … What’s like not a bad burn number? Second degree? Totally not going to look that up. Anyway, I have a pink pot mark right in the middle of my chest! And then I rub at it. It’s a whole thing. 


Ok anyway. Where was I? This is only doable since I downloaded the Swype app for my iPhone. The app sucks. I miss the Swipe keyboard on my old HTC One. That phone ruled. And that swipe keyboard was smart. This one sucks. So if there are any blatant typos it’s the stupid app. And I’m stoned and rubbing my keyboard like a pervert. 

You know what I don’t like? People. But more specifically, people who aren’t real. Who aren’t themselves. Around me. Because what happens is, I end up liking fake you. And real you sucks. Lying jerk. (This is toward no one in particular)

I think I’m totally real with people. I know when to be polite and all that shit but what you see…er… Experience? Yeah. You experience me is what you get. And sometimes it’s boring. Then fast. Then shit goes sideways. I don’t lie about it. It’s a lot. I’m a lot. 

But I’m okay with it. As much as I dislike me, no one loves me more than me. Trust me! Me me me! Haha. But sometimes when I’m with someone I lose me. What happens? Where do I go? Hidden. Worried. I need to be nurtured. 

This is so boring. Sorry to the seven of you that got this in your email and you actually read it.  

I refuse to lose myself over something so stupid. I know what I want. I deserve what I want. I mean, besides the snow white Escalade, I don’t want for much. Okay, one expensive LEGO set. But it’s Disney. And that’s like God to me. You won’t buy me a LEGO set of GOD?! Jesus Christ. 

This kinda went off the rails but I think that’s fun. I love fun. I don’t have enough fun! I love road trips. And surprises. And balloons, for some reason. But not in any weird way. Fucking balloons (Yes, Swype, add “fucking” to the dictionary. Haven’t we already done this already?!). Who even knows that about me? I think my sister does. But literally no one else. And not because I keep it secret.  Sad! 

I want to say so much more, but it would flow so much easier from my fingers on an actual keyboard. And JMo won’t be moving towards the desk anytime soon. And yes I still use a PC. I have a laptop but it’s so hard to type with my nails. Which would look hella fresh on the steering wheel of my ‘lade.     Sorry 

I’m shut off. Of this. But I’m gonna stay up late and watch TV … what a naughty Friday night. 

Not balloon animals, no. Floating balloons. 

xojmo 

Encino Woman

I really need to get motivated. And have yet to do so. So…why not blog? Someone asked me last night “Why do you blog?” And I was like “Um, I have no idea really. Because I like to write and I sometimes think that others like to read what I write. Sometimes.” And then I changed the subject.

Anyway, while waiting for the storm to start (which means the store will be all out of batteries, and I need them for my vibrator. First world problems, yo) I decided to think ahead to 2013.  Soon I will be turning 30-something again and I want to change my life. I know, I talk about this a lot and then nothing happens. Yeah well…welcome to my world.

So first off: I will be more optimistic. Ok so writing that is like saying “I will become a world champion at snowboarding” but…I’m willing to try. Optimism – Nice to meet you. Let’s spend some time together. Maybe if I’m open to good things, then good things will happen to me. (Personally I think that’s bullshit. BUT I’m allowed to say that because it’s still 2012. The year of the Eeyore.)

Optimism-vs-Pessimism

Second: I will finish my book (filled with all sorts of smut per Denise’s request). I will. I swear. I want you all to see it. Read it. And if reading about sexy stuff gets you all up tight, then I will tell you which pages it’s on and you can just skip those. It’s not like my characters are going to be moving the plot along while tongue kissing each other’s privates.  (Ok, that was over the line somewhat right? Ah, fuck it.) Let’s hear it for oral sex! (I’m inappropriate. It’s a problem. I’m only inappropriate in type though. Never in person.)

Third: I need to figure out how to date. You know how people with severe allergies can give a card to their waiter at a restaurant and then the waiter knows “Ok, don’t feed this person wheat, dairy or soy and we’re good to go?”  I wish I could have one of those cards to hand out to boys I like. I think it would go something like this:

I’m broken. I have no idea how to do this. Please be patient with me. I’m a little bit crazy, but it’s okay because it comes with the intelligence. Which is important if we ever play trivia and we’re on the same team. I go by past experiences and if this experience deviates a little bit from that, then I’ll probably freak out ‘cuz I don’t know what to do. If you don’t text or call I assume you don’t like me anymore. Which is probably not true, but … I’m like a dog when their owner leaves. “Are they coming back? They left me. Oh they’re back. Joy!” But I feel like I’m constantly in that “Where did they go, are they thinking of me phase.” Which is insecure. I know. But I already admitted that I’m broken. I’m trying. I really am. I have a good heart, believe it or not. Give me a chance. I mean, I don’t know when I’ll ever meet another who admits to Jedi being their favorite Star Wars movie (like me) and also enjoys Disney (like me). And even though you may not like Family Guy. That’s okay because I’ll show you the episode that won me over. I’m not looking for everything. Just something. Hand holding. Smiles. Texts. I’ll try to be normal. Even though I don’t know what that is. Think of me as the caveman in Encino Man. Just give me some time and with a little help I’ll figure it out.  I need training wheels for a bit. I just want a chance to get to know you and vice versa.

Fourth: I want to tell all the ninnies that didn’t like my “I hate your dog” post to GO FUCK OFF. Get a life. Seriously. Little kids were killed in their first grade class…cowering while their teacher tried to save them…and you are complaining because I complained that your dog whines and annoys your neighbors? It’s a fact of life, lady. Or dude. Cuz I still don’t know who you are. But you know who I am. And that kinda makes me a celebrity. Wheeeee!

So I think I’ve procrastinated enough. I need to get ready. I need to hit up Stop and Shop for some storm supplies. Then I’m meeting up with my bestie for dinner and a movie.

What more could I ask for? Well, a lot, but I’ll take what I gots. Optimistic JMo is going to be weird, so I’ll need you all’s help. Also, I know this is weird, but I sort of need some help with the book and it’s regarding fantasies. Anyone want to share any? I need some help. Email me at jmo@xojmo.com

Ok so…Facebook can’t really tell someone how much you’ve been looking at their page right?

xojmo