.:|Omoge|:.

Omo mi ti di 13!

2011-12-28T18:43:00.001-05:00

Today is "The kid's" 13th birthday. I took the day off to be 'mommy' all day, he didn't ask for much. I guess that was helped by the fact his father took him out for some father/son time - and to purchase his gift, a cello.

I love my tiny, tall kid dearly and I wish him a fantastic birthday, although he confessed to me that he hates "date night" and prefers that we call it something different. Oh, and why does he have to "pay all the time?" on said date night? lol. Like I said, I love my kid. Besos omo mi, may you remain blessed, highly favored, smarter and more handsome than the next.

Also honey, it wouldn't hurt if you'd stop making fun of your mommy.

Happy New Year!

2011-01-05T15:12:00.001-05:00

Here's to getting some reading and writing done!*

*outside of schoolwork and work work

Executive Decision

2010-09-21T08:04:00.004-04:00

I hate making those when it comes to matters of the heart (aka: girlie crap feelings). I had to make one, actually a few in the last week and each one feels worse.

Oh well right? It's for my sanity and I only got a lil bit left. Here's to a month of doing any and everything I want to wherever I want to. Let's see how that works out for me! lol Bring it on October!

I'm a Panther

2010-07-07T10:04:00.003-04:00

Again!

That is all.

Love sucks

2010-06-01T08:30:00.001-04:00

That is all.

Retail Therapy

2010-03-24T11:32:00.006-04:00

As much as I would love to succumb to my favorite therapeutic route, I dare not. I am on a tight mission to pay my debts within one years time. School fees (as I have no school loans) and The kid are gonna suck up whatever "extra" I have but it's so going to be worth it. What a difference a shitty night and horrid morning can do. I'm beginning to rethink "house" (read: Condo) hunting. Perhaps I should give it a go again.

Next year.

I still don't want to be "stuck here". Sticking to my plan and AVOIDING retail therapy and all those precious friends of mine who say I "deserve it". Sigh. No one said it would be an easy road. At least I'm back to "writing". Let's see how long it lasts this time.

Haiti Needs Humanitarians,

2010-01-15T16:13:00.001-05:00

Which mean Haiti needs you.

Faithcare has been going to Haiti since every year since 1994. They had two people in the area when the earthquake struck and are planning on sending more people in the upcoming weeks. Please make a donation if you can!

FaithCare

She finally has a home: Harvard - Los Angeles Times

2009-06-24T14:10:00.001-04:00

She finally has a home: Harvard - Los Angeles Times

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Damnit!

2008-08-29T15:28:00.001-04:00

I don't write anymore. Hell. I don't have it in me.

Paper please.

2008-07-22T07:47:00.002-04:00

Wow. Finally. Someone was GENIUS enough to come up with this! Cannot believe the ingeniuty that surrounds us today. Really. I can't.

Fug You
Ugly Bag

You’ve tried miracle creams, painful injections, and expensive procedures. But nothing helps.

You’re still incredibly ugly.

If you suffer from retina-scarring, child-terrifying hideousness, hope exists. Not in a bottle but in a bag: the Ugly Bag, a revolutionary, instantaneous solution to common repulsiveness. Just slip it over your horribly disfigured head and let your new life begin.

Maria, formerly known to friends as “Vomit Face,” gushes: “The side effects were difficult at first — sure, I miss being able to see stuff — but it’s worth it.” JoAnne, who for years could make a living only as an extra in zombie films, says, “It’s great! I really [words too muffled to understand due to presence of paper bag on head].”

So don’t delay. Because whether you know it or not, your ugliness is probably hurting you.

And it’s definitely killing us.

Available online at mystore.cc.

"Di weda outside na correct weda"

2008-06-29T09:30:00.002-04:00

Thank you for being you and not your father. You both are talents to the extremes!

Femi Kuti Ladies and Gentlemen:

"She said loooooooove me Femi don't stop!!"

Poor people...

2008-06-16T14:34:00.001-04:00

Here! Funmi! Smile for the Camera!! Over here!

2008-05-06T08:13:00.000-04:00

I, like many other uber busy style mavens/mommies subscribe to DailyCandy to read up and make sure I'm on my game. Every day I get an email telling me what the hottest, latest fade/trend is. Mind you, I take them all with a grain of salt unless it really and truly MOVES me. Some are on point, others I don't quite get; then there are some that make me realize our 'society' has taken a turn for something I may never recognize. Below is yet another example of their all knowing wisdom.

Take a Picture, It’ll Last Longer
Your Paparazzi for Hire

You don’t have your own clothing line, haven’t been caught on the gossip pages, and aren’t featured on YouTube with an exposed body part (well, not all of you, anyway).

But that doesn’t mean you aren’t a hot-to-trot celebutante.

Now you can really feel like one with Your Paparazzi for Hire. Like the name promises, you’ll get your own group of bulb-flashing inquisitors staked at an entrance somewhere awaiting your arrival.

Depending on your event (dinner in the South End, yet another charity gala), you can pick and choose your package. The simplest gets you limo service plus four photogs who’ll dart questions at you while you make an entrance. The most extravagant arms you with a faux publicist, bodyguard, two extra shooters, and two hours of fun. You can even add on hair styling and makeup for a small fee.

Pedestrians will gawk, but we promise your photos will remain private.

Unless you’d prefer them not to be, of course.

Your Paparazzi for Hire (617-872-9719 or yourpaparazziforhire.com).

Next Selection

2008-04-27T02:00:00.001-04:00

Ahhhh, yet another artist trying to bring back the art of 'dance', imagine what clubs will look like now! lol, Thank you Mr. Ryan Leslie...

Oh no they didn't...

2008-04-24T08:27:00.002-04:00

It was only a matter of time, right? And for all I know this coulda been going on for years already. That's just how "non-hood" I am.

Where There Are Grillz, There’s a Way

K.D.’s and Big Tuck’s Masta Grillz
A smile has always been your umbrella.

Except, of course, when getting you to flash those pearly whites is like pulling teeth.

The solution? Forever-shiny grills by K.D.’s and Big Tuck’s Masta Grillz and Jewelry. Run by two local rappers, the operation specializes in customizable mouth jewelry. Start by giving them either a modest ($200) or ridiculous ($10,000) budget to work with. Then choose your gold (yellow, white, or rose) and a few details (letters, colored gems, diamonds). Next, they make an impression of your teeth, and your Grillz are ready a few days later.

Wear them like their famous clients (Chingy, Master P, and Maverick Marquis Daniels) at high-profile events or flash ’em during your regular trip to the grocery store.

Because Grillz fit like a removable retainer, your speech might be a little slurred. But that won’t stop everyone from praising your new smile.

Because when it rains, it pours.

Available at K.D.’s and Big Tuck’s Masta Grillz and Jewelry, Six Flags Mall, 2911 East Division Street, Arlington (682-465-2623). To see styles, go to kdsmastagrillz.com.

Now, I tried to check out the site and it didn't work for me, however there is someone on myspace (go figure) using the site as a reference to his 'record label'?

Benny Ben Ben....

2008-04-21T09:04:00.002-04:00

Why am I so late in finding you? Sigh...doesn't matter, you're in my life now.

I love this girl!

2008-04-19T01:09:00.004-04:00

ESTELLE ESTELLE ESTELLE.

I went to your show last night and absolutely LOVED it!!! Nevermind wake ass Atlanta patrons not knowing how to show love when they get the rare opportunity to see real live talent, no glitz no glam. Yea, I've got a copy of your (soon to be) hit cd. But I bought my ticket for your show, I bought a tank top ('wrap it up, I ain't carryin ya embryo') from your show, and I will buy your cd when it's released here.

You couldn't do it any better. Just stay as you. A wickedly real chick from across the pond who is gonna take the states by storm with you sweet UK accent!

It doesn't hurt that you have the ever so handsome John backing you either ;), male bashing never looked so good!

Be.

2008-04-16T20:28:00.002-04:00

BE:
be [bee; unstressed bee, bi]
1. to exist or live: Shakespeare's “To be or not to be” is the ultimate question.
2. to take place; happen; occur: The wedding was last week.
3. to occupy a place or position: The book is on the table.
4. to continue or remain as before: Let things be.
5. to belong; attend; befall: May good fortune be with you.
(according to Dictionary)

Foxxy Posse will be.

Just wanna be your girl...

2008-04-09T22:50:00.000-04:00

Check out this video: Be Your Girl Video

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Hostile Gospel

2008-03-10T20:01:00.001-04:00

Finally someone go and make a video in Lagos...TWO THUMBS up to you Talib!

Check out this video: Talib Kweli - Hostile Gospel Pt. 1 (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

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"O-ba-ma! O-ba-ma!"

2008-02-29T17:56:00.000-05:00

American Boy....

2008-02-28T08:22:00.002-05:00

Bad breath? Well suck on this!

2008-02-26T10:23:00.001-05:00

As You Live and Breathe
The Zilopop Breath Freshener

Birds chirp. The sunrise rouses star-crossed lovers Victoria and Rodrigo, entangled in slumberous embrace after a night of vindaloo — and passion. They awaken.

Her eyes say: Devil may care.

His eyes say: Come to Daddy.

You think to yourself: That breath must be raaaaank.

Victoria grins, expectant. Rodrigo leans in close.

He whispers: Hand me that Zilopop, will ya?

She says: Whaaa?

Rodrigo: It’s a stainless steel lolly. I suck on it for a few minutes to freshen up the old yawner.

Victoria: But. I …

Rodrigo: Dollface, after chain smoking and wooing the ladies with erotic and wildly pungent meals, Casanovas like me find it quite handy.

Victoria: This isn’t your first time?

Rodrigo: No. Zilopop is reusable. So long as you douse it with warm water and give it a quick rub every now and then.

Victoria: I’m sure you can handle that all by yourself.

Available online at frieling.com.

Bubbleicious!

2008-02-25T07:55:00.003-05:00

And no, I'm not talking bubble gum. I suscribed to daily candy which hips me to hot new fangled crap we 9 outta 10 times don't need but savvy marketing and plenty of photos makes us want. Below is PRIME example! lol...

Bubbleicious

Nubrella

Living in a bubble doesn’t seem so bad — all sunny days of chasing rainbows and riding unicorns.

So give it a whirl the next time bad weather strikes with a Nubrella. A totally out of this world invention (just take a gander), the new contraption shields you from rain, sleet, snow, wind, and extreme cold.

The hands-free aerodynamic umbrella stays put with shoulder straps, and the see-through front means you know what’s right in front of you, while still keeping your head, face, neck, and shoulders completely dry, even in a torrential downpour. The spherical shape prevents poking the eyes out of passersby and allows for private phone conversations while walking the mean streets.

Only a single individual can fit inside, which means only you will be standing under your Nubrella.

That way no one can burst your bubble.

Available online at nubrella.com.

I won't be buying one, but you could almost justify WHY you need one. Right?

Note

2008-02-22T12:46:00.001-05:00

I'm not perfect. My posts are done in the most random places at the most random times. So you may scroll down and see weird times and dates that don't match the topics, the reason is simple. My phone. I am still addicted to it, and often times will blog in WORD and eventually send it over to the site, or I will post directly to the site from my phone (that's when you have the most grammatical and spelling errors). I have a keyboard that folds out to a very convenient size and lets me go crazy getting my word out.

So forgive me my two readers. But I'm not as perfect as you think I am. The previous post (Bandwagoners) was done yesterday while I sat in the chair getting my hair done. I just posted it today. Now give me a break and get back to scrutinizing someone else!

besos

NQ

Bandwagoners...

2008-02-22T12:39:00.000-05:00

I'll be the first to admit I am no fan of politics.

Not in the least bit. Not here not in foreign. I prefer to watch and see. But as of this past winter I can't but notice the intense speed and force that Senator Barack Obama has behind him. Of course my first intuition is "Oh, it's because it's black"(yea I said "black" even though it's one of my least favorite words to describe people}. Then I took a really good look at the people behind him. "Hmm, that's a pretty pale black man, I'm not too sure about him, maybe it's a family member from his mother's side of of the family." Then I did just a little bit of research, you know me, then you know I really HATE politics. It breaks up homes, families and intense romantic relationships. I'm just saying. Apparently Mr. Barack Obama is an eloquent speaker, as a friend of mine put it once 'he almost has a cult like following'. With his speeches he has drawn young people, white people, brown people who don't usually vote out of their comfort zone to all do a little bit of research. Now you know like I know that 9 times outta 10 a lot of these people, no matter their age, race or background may have done absolutely no research whatsoever, and those my dear reader are the 'bandwagoners' I refer to in my title. Is that a word? Someone correct me if I'm wrong. I'll be wrong (again).

Are you one? What do you really know about Obama? Besides the givens. (Father Kenyan, mother Caucasian, born in Hawaii, senator of Illinois, father of two daughters and married to a very strong very BROWN woman) Now aside from that what do you know?

I confess I started out on the bandwagon back in September. I got on, and haven't fallen off. However unlike many of my fellow riders and like some of the smarter ones ;) I've started my research. I started in December and I feel like everyday I am learning something new about this man. But I somehow feel wrong.

I figured it out.

Today is a debate between the two democratic senators, Obama and Clinton, and I don't know the first thing about Hillary or her campaign. Am I really being smart about this or just making my decision based on passion and emotion? I mean seriously. What's so wrong with Hillary? She's a woman. And a mother. Two things I feel somehow personally connect us. But then there is 'Brother Obama' (I have a co-worker who calls him that, lol). He is a brown man who is half African (didn't say he was perfect) but also very underdog and very grassroots, which I relate to on another level.

I've taken my passion and run with it. I didn't look back at the other candidates involved. I cared less if I was being the ignorant one, I just wanted to be part of the hype. Now I'm well involved (donating and spreading the 'good word') and still a bit wet behind the ears, but from this I ask "Is it so wrong that I started out on the bandwagon?" I still haven't done researach on Hillary. I know I'm still mad at her crying every now again, this is politics not the movies. But really, is it so wrong?

The battle continues and as it goes we shall see just how much (more) I learn.

Commonalities...

2008-02-20T10:06:00.001-05:00

Commonalities
Current mood: common.

is that a word? I'm sure one of you perfectionists out there is gonna let me know one way or another. But I digress...it's funny how sometimes you look at someone and automatically KNOW what he/she is 'in touch with' or 'into'. I was so sure about half of you, many of you I am lucky enough to know personally.

But then it changes. You sit down and T A L K. You gain some insight and find out what's been holding us together for all this time is not the fact that I don't drink and you're an alcholic in denial (built in DD huh?) It's not that we both shop to ease our depressed moments. Not even that we both love em and leave em. It's stupid silly things. "Ohhhhhhhh", you like to listen to Fela or Bob on a dreary Sunday morning and it's nostalgic for you just as it is for me. Or even the point that we're "Brown" girls. Not black. Not yellow. Brown, the color you pull outta your crayola box! That's a small victory to me.

I like small victories.

Weird. Yea, that too! We're both admittedly akward. Don't quite fit into any ONE place. I'm glad though. It gives me an excuse to ramble on and on about nothing in particular. You do it too. It's one of our 'commonalities'. I like that word (whether or not it is a real one). It looks as akward as I feel.

You and I didn't grow up in the same place, didn't even go to school together. It's cool though, I like learning from weird, different, akward people.

My best friend and I aren't common. You can find me alllllllllllll over this suction forced thing called the 'internet' whereas she has a couple of email addresses at max. I looooooooooove to dance. She can't. She can hold a drink far better than I, then again I chuck that up to college life away from home. That I did not have. She's my best friend. How did we bond? Middle school, her brother and one of my very good friends. He's weird. Those times where I felt him too weird I needed someone to divert my attention. It was her.

She's married now. I still love her though. We will still have our commonalities. Though they seem few and far between now. But that's the icing to our cake. It's just enough in common to keep us satified.

All my beautiful friends who wonder each time they log on "Has Funmi posted a blackmail pic of me yet?" or "What does this chic have us doing this month?" I love you all to bits. I'm still looking for some commonalities in us though. But I'm down for the task.

Apologies in advance if you find me looking at you weird. I'm just looking for some 'commonalities'.

Excess

2008-02-20T10:05:00.000-05:00

Excess.
Current mood: busy

It's the Naija way. Some sort of mantra to the youth and even our parents and grands. Do it in excess. You just got a job, make sure you name the company when you mention it, it's a BIG deal yuh know. You gonna buy car, make it a benz, nothing else will suffice. You gonna buy a house, make sure it has more room then you as one person can handle, as my own mum say "what if your family wants to come live with you?" HA.

We find a way to do everything in excess and it's not really making us happy as individuals. Be honest to yourself. Putting out in car note what some put for house is that REALLY making you happy? Or is it the security of knowing you are now the focus of every omoge who come your way. Myself excluded, pele.

It's the extreme extent that we go to that makes me realize just HOW materialistic we are. I am guilty to an extent. I find it to be a natural flaw that I am working on. VERY though. You can't go out in trad wear and half ass it. You can't go to a naija wedding nah match yuh partner, you don't want people asking 'who tie your gele for yuh?" and it's you who do it and you thought you did a damn good job....and above all shoe and bag MUST match!!

These are just more of my ramblings. I'm idle on a Saturday morning. A lot on my mind and here I have an outlet to get something out (internet safe for nosey peeps).

I'm downsizing. Again. I've already began to rid my closet of things of no use. Cleared out Remi's toy box and book shelf and here I have come to work on my emails and friends' list. If I don't have your number, we don't talk here or outside this thing or I have no geniune interest in getting to know you (again in some cases) then I am sad to say we just aren't gonna be friends. If is to be am sure a format and a time and place will arise, until then...odabo!

Signed

Getting rid of Excess.

Originally posted on Myspace Blog

2008-02-20T10:04:00.000-05:00

November 13, 2007 - Tuesday

pressure.
Current mood: confused

How deep is it? How serious is it? I mean I can relate to the 'peer pressures' from secondary school. Yuh know, wanting to look like or in some cases; better than the next chick/dude. Honestly though, is it that serious. I didn't care that I was still rocking LA Gear when everyone already moved on to Champions (now at payless mind you ), felt some pressure but now that I think about it (retrospectively thinking, yuh like that huh?) it wasn't really all that deep.

I'm guilty of it. I can confess to that. I never said I was perfect, I can face the fact that I'm a work/masterpiece in progress. I am suspect numero uno. Yea I want a breast reduction, a lot of it is for me. Then again (since we are keeping it real) a huge portion of it is what other folks are looking at. Funmi doesn't want to make the traffic stop wearing halter tops!

You hear on news, radio, papers; Ms. West, old enough to be my mother getting tummy tucks and breast reducs and it's all good. But think about it. Was it really that deep? How serious is the pressure she was under for her to put herself through that? It's frustrating. Who are we trying to please?

All those happy self-confident people, do you. Keep doing you. It's hard, (I know) but damn, do you.

Needless to say I'm seriously rethinking that reduc.

Now bout my hair... chop chop....

what's your pressure?

Being Poor.

2008-02-20T09:50:00.000-05:00

No one wants to, a lot of us have been and some of us still are. I got this email from my little sister. And thought "wow, this sh!t hits home". It kinda sucks, but at the same time it's very humbling and damn real. The italicized hit me the most as in I've been there...of course I'm not highlighting all my low points. There's this small thing called pride that I have yet to completely get rid of. Til then, enjoy:

Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.
Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.
Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they're what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there's not an $800 car in America that's worth a damn.
Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.
Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends' houses but never has friends over to yours.
Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won't hear you say "I get free lunch" when you get to the cashier.
Being poor is living next to the freeway.
Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching that box of Raisin Bran you just bought and trying to think of a way to make the kids understand that the box has to last.
Being poor is wondering if your well-off sibling is lying when he says he doesn't mind when you ask for help.
Being poor is off-brand toys.
Being poor is a heater in only one room of the house.
Being poor is knowing you can't leave $5 on the coffee table when your friends are around.
Being poor is hoping your kids don't have a growth spurt.
Being poor is stealing meat from the store, frying it up before your mom gets home and then telling her she doesn't have make dinner tonight because you're not hungry anyway.
Being poor is Goodwill underwear.
Being poor is not enough space for everyone who lives with you.
Being poor is feeling the glued soles tear off your supermarket shoes when you run around the playground.
Being poor is your kid's school being the one with the 15-year-old textbooks and no air conditioning.
Being poor is thinking $8 an hour is a really good deal.
Being poor is relying on people who don't give a damn about you.
Being poor is an overnight shift under florescent lights.
Being poor is finding the letter your mom wrote to your dad, begging him for the child support.
Being poor is a bathtub you have to empty into the toilet.
Being poor is stopping the car to take a lamp from a stranger's trash.
Being poor is making lunch for your kid when a cockroach skitters over the bread, and you looking over to see if your kid saw.
Being poor is believing a GED actually makes a goddamned difference.
Being poor is people angry at you just for walking around in the mall.
Being poor is not taking the job because you can't find someone you trust to watch your kids.
Being poor is the police busting into the apartment right next to yours. (or gunshots @ the mailbox, remember Siju?)
Being poor is not talking to that girl because she'll probably just laugh at your clothes.
Being poor is hoping you'll be invited for dinner.
Being poor is a sidewalk with lots of brown glass on it.
Being poor is people thinking they know something about you by the way you talk.
Being poor is needing that 35-cent raise.
Being poor is your kid's teacher assuming you don't have any books in your home.
Being poor is six dollars short on the utility bill and no way to close the gap.
Being poor is crying when you drop the mac and cheese on the floor. (hell that happens NOW when I'm really hungry!)
Being poor is knowing you work as hard as anyone, anywhere.
Being poor is people surprised to discover you're not actually stupid.
Being poor is people surprised to discover you're not actually lazy.
Being poor is a six-hour wait in an emergency room with a sick child asleep on your lap.
Being poor is never buying anything someone else hasn't bought first.
Being poor is picking the 10 cent ramen instead of the 12 cent ramen because that's two extra packages for every dollar.
Being poor is having to live with choices you didn't know you made when you were 14 years old.
Being poor is getting tired of people wanting you to be grateful.
Being poor is knowing you're being judged.
Being poor is a box of crayons and a $1 coloring book from a community center Santa.
Being poor is checking the coin return slot of every soda machine you go by.
Being poor is deciding that it's all right to base a relationship on shelter.
Being poor is knowing you really shouldn't spend that buck on a Lotto ticket.
Being poor is hoping the register lady will spot you the dime.
Being poor is feeling helpless when your child makes the same mistakes you did, and won't listen to you beg them against doing so.
Being poor is a cough that doesn't go away.
Being poor is making sure you don't spill on the couch, just in case you have to give it back before the lease is up.
Being poor is a $200 paycheck advance from a company that takes $250 when the paycheck comes in.
Being poor is four years of night classes for an Associates of Art degree.
Being poor is a lumpy futon bed.
Being poor is knowing where the shelter is.
Being poor is people who have never been poor wondering why you choose to be so.
Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.
Being poor is seeing how few options you have.
Being poor is running in place.
Being poor is people wondering why you didn't leave.

ok, here goes

2008-02-20T09:42:00.000-05:00

It's been a minute. To you it's all new. But I've been writing for years...just not online. I mean damn, you see my face plastered all over the place. I'm not typically a shy girl. But pictures and words and thoughts are two completely different thing. I've always felt words to be much more personal and invasive. They cut do all sorts of things without any intent whatsoever. They cut, they hurt, they love and damnit they hate too!

I've decided to share some words. A lot more personal words too. Some may offend but if you are my friend then you already know my intent is not to offend but to simply get it off my chest. In this new day of online photographers, writers, promoters, online everything...I'm not trying to join those ranks. I don't need any titles or any fancy notice...I just wanted get the word out. MY words.

I'm no good at introductions, so just come back later maybe I'll feel like it then. In the meantime (as in while I'm working) I'll post some of my thoughts that I have posted elsewhere. Some are just jazzed up emails that hit a homerun when I read it. Others are definitely thoughts of mine. Enjoy Funmi will be back sooner than later...

Testing, testing...

2008-02-20T09:31:00.000-05:00

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testing.

Uh-oh...what have I done.?

2008-02-20T08:26:00.000-05:00

I'm a woman. I'm a girl. I'm just as emotional as the next, albeit I try not to show it. Well. Recently after being dumped without being in a relationship (story of my simple life...) I decided, "hey I'm online all day, I email my closest friends more than I talk to them and my facebook and myspace update daily, why not try out one of these matchmaking services?" Of course I do no research, I immediately sign up for Match.com and needless to say it's day two and definitely an experience. What's their motto again? "It's ok to look!" Well, I think that's just it, I'll just look. So far no good. LOL! There has got to be an easier way right?

Someone anyone enlighten me...

When you have a list of things that you want, why is it the the response that you get is for just the friggin opposite?

Sigh...'the saga continues'