Holy Shit.

Sometimes... most of the time... it sucks seeing good in people. You see their soul. You see it in their eyes. But that doesn't mean that they see it. Their own fucking brains are in the way.

And then I'm taken advantage of. My "T & A" post if for real. IT IS REAL. I fucking hate men and I wish I were a lesbian. But, alas, I'm not...

I'm not going to get any satisfaction right now about the whole thing. It will be later on in life. People who fucking take advantage of people will have to deal with bad karma. Especially when they fuck around with people with hearts of gold. I'm a good girl. A good girl, and I don't deserve to have my heart thrown around. I'm a 23-year-old virgin, for crying out loud. And I'm hot. What the fuck.

I have an analogy for how my energy is right now: ya know when you spin around in a twisty chair? It's so fun. And then all of a sudden, you stop abruptly and start spinning the other way. It is the weirdest sensation....

So here's to you: Way to get some. I know it's all a game for you. Yeah, man. Way to be cool. You got some sweet action from a Davis Girl. And Hey! You even drive a Mustang! Soooooo cool. Buddy... you don't know who just fucked around with.

And....

I forgive you. And I pity you. You must be hurting inside.

P.S. One wise woman put it this way... "There are two types of men in the world: Ones that hold your hand and ones that do you. And the ones that do you aren't worth a damn."

Dear "Gentlemen",

STOP BEING ASSHOLES.
I dare you.

Love,
Cass

T & A

It's true. Guys want one thing: ass. That's it. No joke. They will tell you it's not true. They'll be all cutesy, take you dancing, touch your face, whatever. It's all bullshit. They're clever, those men. It's just too damn bad I have personality and brains. It's also too damn bad I respect myself. I could be getting lots of ass myself on a daily basis. But, alas, I personally believe there is more to life than sex. As a Gemini lady, I must make an intellectual connection before anything else. But NOOOOO. My rack gets in the way of having an any kind of intelligent conversation with a male.
You can rely on this. I have a single mom who is gorgeous and has dated many men over the past 10 years. I have two gorgeous younger sisters. I, myself, have a cornucopia of experiences. Because of my eternal optimism and child-like joy, I've always thought... there must be a cool dude out there somewhere.... HA. It's become quite clear that it's all shit.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the physical stuff... but, my hell. What happens after? That stuff doesn't last every hour of every day.

What to do, what to do....

Maybe I'll join a convent.

But I'm sure I'll go back to my childish optimism tomorrow.

Thank you for listening. This may all be caused by the recent revival of Alanis Morissette's "Jagged Little Pill" in my car.

I am SUCH a Gemini.

Top 5 Favorite Movies

1. Breakfast at Tiffany's

2. Good Will Hunting

3. Singin' in the Rain

4. Meet Joe Black

5. Inglourious Basterds

More to come. I was just excited that I made a decision about this.

Meanies.

People are afraid to be nice.

Yes. AFRAID.

Last year, I learned that ALL emotions stem from one of two things: LOVE or FEAR. It's that simple. Negative = Fear. Postitive = Love.

The people who are mean, rude and conceited are AFRAID.

You know what else? NEVER take it personally. When someone tells you that you're a fat pig, it's not actually about YOU. Think about that. It's about THEM and their insecurities. So... know that. Live in love. Be nice.

What do you do when you've done everything you could but it still isn't enough?  In fact, it's counterproductive?  You give someone you dearly love everything you have for years, believe in them, support them, laugh with them, think they are the shit... only to find out that the cause of their unhappiness is you and they won't tell you why.  What the HELL do you do??  

The Bipolar Blog.

For every negative comment I make in this blog, I am going to follow up with a positive one. In other words, Negative paragraph/Positive/Negative, etc... That'll throw us for a loop! Ew, I'm being all scholastic about how I'm explaining this. OkAYYY.

First off, last night's Jazzmin show was SOOO FUNNN!!! I frickin' LOVE what I do. I LOVE being a musician. And I love the people involved with Jazzmin. I couldn't ask for a better group of people to be around. I can't believe how much I've learned over the past two years. Wow. Wow wow. What a blessing!!!

Now. Let's talk about what real friends are. It has become very clear to me that many people are foreign to this concept. Especially girls. Seriously, ladies... why are you stabbing each other in the back? Will someone please explain this to me? I recently had a conversation with my friend and she explained how sick she is of her friends doing this to her. THEN... she turns right around and does this to me. I am not stupid... I know when I'm being messed with. Neither am I going to do anything about it because I have something called CLASS. I don't need to do anything about it because I am not threatened. It's all just unfortunate. So bring it, girl. YOU are the only one you are hurting. You know what else? Karma is a bitch. She is real and she will get you. Good thing I'm on her happy side!

How GORGEOUS is it today?!?! This is about t0 get cheesy: how beautiful are these little chirping birds? Think about that. Just that. How lovely are they? Thanks, God, for their sweet little spirits!! :) And these blossoms!!! And the sun!! And the flowers!!! God must have had so much funnnnn designing all this!! So much beauty. Take time to look at it all. It will inspire peace, love, gratitude and creativity. Speaking of creativity, I really believe that God wants us to create as much as possible. If we are created in His image, we are creators ourselves! Isn't that how our souls thrive? By creating and expressing? :)

I had a conversation with my great grandpa a few months ago. He told me that he came to the conclusion that guys in my generation are whimps. Ball-less, basically. He thinks it's unfortunate how they treat women now. When he was my age, he was taking my grandma to the Paladium in LA to swing dance while a young Frank Sinatra worked his way up. "He was a skinny, pimple-faced young man. But, oh boy, could he swing a tune!" I went off on a tangent there. His point was that back then, guys were guys. They pursued. They opened doors. They were classy. They were gentleman. They had balls. I am not complaining right now. It's just interesting how class has left our society. Where is the respect? Same goes for the gals. Women aren't classy anymore. It's just kinda sad. All in all: guys, grow a pair and be classy. Girls, stop being stupid. Everyone, just...ugh...stop with the games!!

This will drive me crazy for as long as I live: Have you ever tried to think up a new color?! It's trippy. And impossible. Sorry to pass that curse on to you.

Okay that wasn't nearly as long as I thought it was gonna be! Ha!! Oh well. Peace. Love. Laughter.