"The secret to patience is doing something else in the meanwhile"- Author Unknown

Not So Sweet Home Alabama

Yes, it's me, AngieDoe, and yes, I'm really stuck in Alabama for the ENTIRE summer.
With a job that doesn't start until the 7th of June, one must find something to do with their time, and as good as "lounging around the house"all day sounds, it get's old, for me at least, after about 4 days.
Therefore, I decided, after be inspired by the movie Julie & Julia, to start a blog of my very own.

SO, This is just me attempting to successfully survive an entire summer in this hell hole that the map of the United States calls ALABAMA......

Enjoy,
-AngieDoe

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

My Tunes for Today: Glenn Lewis - Fall Again



So, I totally forgot about this song!!! It was brought back to my memory while watching Maid In Manhattan today. I love this joint!!!! Enjoy :)

Confused Much??

Larry Leissner said "If confusion is the first step to knowledge, I must be a genius." I DEFINITELY feel him on that one. It seems that when it comes to guys, I'm ALWAYS confused. They must have all went to the same class on 'How to be mysterious' because none of them are ever straight forward with me. What's the big deal?? Stop beating around the bush and be an adult...

Anyways, this one particular guy was the author of my confusion a couple months ago. It hit me pretty hard because I wrote a poem about all of the questions I had floating around in my head. So if you wanna read it, here it is...

21 Questions


Does he notice me?
Do I come off intriguing
When I enter his mental?
Does the scent of my perfume
Caress his nostrils even after I’m gone?
I’d like to think it does
Causing the curve of my hips
To gently massage his brain
Night and day, Night and day
Does he picture my lips?
Setting in perfect placement
As they part to reveal my smile?
Does it spur him to pick up his phone
And start to dial?
Does every coil and curl of my hair
Glistening in the sunlight
All of a sudden, give him the urge
To yank, and grab, and pull?
Well, that’s quite alright
Do my eyes slowly submerge into his
As I gaze upon them?
Causing his breathing to deepen
And his knees to weaken?
Does my stride, so smooth
Walk in and out of his dreams
So real, that he yearns to follow?
Well then I’d tell him,
Baby, if it does…
Come and get me
I’m waitin for ya ;)