As I look over the past 2+ years spent in the armpit of the midwest, a couple of things cross my mind.
-I’ve actually made a couple of really good friends, ones that I will attempt with everything I have to stay in touch with for as along as I can. They’re the ones I’ll tell I’m coming back to town and try to get together with.
-Some people I would consider friends, but not necessarily close friends. I’ll keep up with them and reach out to every once in a while. Were they pivotal? Not necessarily. But they did take the time to get to know me and we generally got along.
-I’ve also made some fake ones. The type that will take and take but not give back. The one’s I’m not going to think twice about. Because in the end all they did was drag me down. And that’s just life.
-I may have spent a good amount of time bitching about my job. And there were definitely some shitty aspects. But to be fair I did learn a lot. I had some great coaches, and some not so good ones. But I learned from everyone. The lessons I take from them will stay with me into future careers and professional endeavors.
-I’ve had a ton of ups and downs emotionally. At times I’d be on Cloud 9. And then I’d also be at my lowest points. At one point this January I sat the tub, took a knife to my wrist, and watched the blood mix with the water. Shit happens, and I’m not running away from my problems. I once thought I was. But looking at it, even my problems had a hand in making my future path. I needed those lows to help define me and make me stronger.
-On that note, it is also here that I decided enough was enough, and not let my demons take my life from me. My tattoo signifies that very thought. I started attending group sessions, got back in touch with my religious side a little bit (enough to make my grandmother happy anyway), and in general fight back. It’s not going to be easy, and it’s not going to be a short fight. I’m in this for the long haul. But the alternative just doesn’t fit with my plans anymore. Because one day I want to be a husband and a father…assuming there’s a woman out there who will have me.
-Back to the friends thing. I learned who my real friends are from back home (Chicago, my kind of town). I’ve lost some really good ones because the distance was too much of an obstacle for them. The “insurmountable” eight hours caused me two (what could have been really great) relationships. It sucks, because for whatever reason it also caused me their friendship.
-To the friends I did lose, thank you, sincerely, for everything. All the experiences we shared, the love and the dislike. Even though you won’t see this, I can’t hold any animosity because in the end, we have to do what’s in our best interest. Even if that means parting ways, on good terms or bad. Maybe we’ll reconnect, I can only hope.
-Hamburger on pizza? Really Omaha?? Grow some taste buds. I shouldn’t be judged as an outsider for ordering sausage like a normal person. Hamburger belongs on buns, not on my pizza. Go home, you failed.
-While we’re on the subject of food, don’t think for a second you’re getting away with this “chile and cinnamon rolls” thing. Gross.
-I honestly believe I’ve grown as a person, all things considered. And even though I don’t plan on coming back to Omaha on a permanent basis, it’s certainly not going to be the black sheep chapter of my life like I initially assumed it would end up to be.
Everything being said, I am so excited for my new chapter to start in Minneapolis. New job, new city (a real city, with culture!), and a whole mess of new opportunities. There’s a MMA gym ten minutes from my new work, a lot more networking opportunities, and even if things don’t work out with my new company, the city is a booming hub for young professionals. Hopefully this new chapter will bring even more changes in growth for me and help me figure out what I want to do down the road.
If you’re not 100% sure he’s changed then don’t take the chance. If the other guy is there for you then you need to decide if distance is something you can seriously handle. Or just accept his friendship and be single for a while. Sometimes we all need to take stock in ourselves for a spell and rediscover what we want or need.
What Cass doesn’t know…
Well, this is embarrassing
Left: Adrianne Palicki promo shot for NBC’s Wonder Woman.
Right: Kimberly Kane promo shot for ‘Wonder Woman XXX: An Axel Braun Parody’.
….is it just me or does the porno version outfit not only look WAY BETTER crafted and prettier, the actress also has more muscles, a nicer fitting chest piece and a waaay more fitting body type and skin tone.
Also the porno version doesn’t look more “feminine”/more sexy whatever.
That… is EMBARASSING
the “official” one looks like a really bad Halloween costume
I mean fuck the porno one has bigger wrist cuff I REPEATE: BIGGER WRIST CUFFS PORNO WOMAN IS BETTER DRESSED TO KICK ASS *cries*
can someone contact the designer of the porno
clearly he/she knows how a womans body works.
It’s embarrassing when the official looks a like a porn and the porn looks like the official thing.
The thing that makes me stunned the most is that even the boobs of the porn version are cupped and held in better by her clothing than those of the official thing…
The moment a porn movie treats the boobs of a woman with more subtlety than a big name production, some staff changes are in order.
Meanwhile at Marvel, Black Widow wears appropriate ass kicking attire, Thor is a woman and Captain America is black and DC is over there like: what do we do with *whispers* boob?
For fuck’s sake. There’s a problem somewhere in Hollywood when more work is put into the porn versions than the real big budget films.