The Wild Rose

The Wild Rose. " Random Brutal Love Dreamer". Colorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose. Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling. You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective. The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.
"You're never truly single as long as you have yourself."

Acccording to OkCupid.com .. this is me. The really, extremely scary thing, is that it's completely accurate. Sucks that a friggin' retarded little website can sum me up in so few words. Oh well. 'Tis life. I guess I don't have much too exciting to say tonight. Still trying to force myself to exit out of my comfort level, and get a new job. I know I need to ... soon.
***SOMETHING EXCITING*** I witnessed an car/bike accident at work today. A woman turning into our front parking lot, didn't see a motorcycle coming and turned right in front of the biker and the dude on the bike hit her. He flew off his bike and hit the side of the car with his body, and then flew into the middle of the road, which is where he laid for like almost an hour. Cops made the driver of the car take an OUI test. Drunk old hag. He had a compound break in is upper arm, which means his bone was poking out ... nasty shit. It's making my re-think my planned trip to Augusta this Sunday on the back of bike with a friend of mine. I mean that's fucking scary ... what if I were to go and end up in the middle of the street somewhere with random bones sticking out of my skin????? OR what if I just fell off???? But, what if we don't have an accident, and I have a kick ass time??? I guess I'll probably just go and live life. Good idea. Thought I was a little paranoid there for a minute, didn't ya?? Nah. I'm way too chill for all that. Maybe more later. I'm out.