A whole new kind of Princess

Once upon a time....


Okay, you can stop right there! Anything that starts off with that over used cliche of a phrase, deserves a certain slow and painful death into oblivion.


It was actually two student's project  that made me think of the following gibberish. (I know, students are useful for more than making you feel incredibly smart, or having a head to bang against a wall...)


Said creatures presented a project about female evolution, feminism and all that other cool stuff that makes women feel empowered and a little less like shit.


As any bored out of their mind soul, who has read any portion of this blog knows; I have an ongoing fight with Disney, and have ranted often about the non-existence of "Prince Charming" and blah blah blah... I have never stopped once to acknowledge the other side (maybe except to call them less than bright for believing in said "Prince.) Surpassing all the not so bright Princesses that still believe in Prince Charming, are a whole new kind of Princess (har har, there it is: the name of the post in the actual post itself! Peter Griffin would be proud of me!)


Who are they?


They're the women who work for a living, all the while juggling a husband, 3 kids and a crazy mother in law.
They're the women who study, work hard, and still manage to look fucking gorgeous while doing it.
They're the women who in spite of having being back stabbed by a friend, will still be there when they need a shoulder to cry on.
They're the young ladies growing up with a personality, and learning that it's ok to have a brain.
They're the ones who love, even when their "Prince" deserves everything but that.
The ones that never give up.
They're the independent women (ok I'll stop, I'm starting to sound like Beyoncé!)


They're all that and then some.


Look around, they could be your best friend, your sister, a random stranger, your mother, and yes even you!


We've come a long way girls, and it doesn't matter if we never find our "Prince". There's always the Lumberjack, the Knight, the totally hot random stranger....


and just in case you're wondering: I have a hyper-active brain and a morbid case of insomnia, you add that up....and you've got the nonsensical rambling above.

The Moron

The Moron that refuses to see the "bad" in people.
The Moron that believes there is always redemption.
The Moron that will forgive everything.
The Moron that will always get a broken heart.
The Moron that loves too much.
The Moron that will protect others above their own well-being.
The Moron that will never leave a friend.
The Moron that gets left behind.
The Moron that will never learn.




Yes, I am that kind of moron.


How many times will it have to happen to me, before I actually learn?

Have a nice day...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" were the only sensible words that came out of his mouth while he jumped around his room trying to put on an old pair of jeans. "Fucking hell!" he had successfully pulled on the pants, and was now rummaging through a pile of t-shirts that were sprawled all over his couch.

He finally managed to pull a black one out of the pile, only to then realize it had: “I see dumb people” written on it; not the best thing to wear for a job interview right?! He continued on his quest, and finally pulled out one with a huge smiley on it that read: “Have a nice day!”

He absolutely hated that t-shirt; it used to be his ex girlfriends: “That bitch!” he thought with a smile about the only girl who ever broke his heart.

After reminiscing for a few seconds on the hotness of the heartbreaker, he stopped to look at the Garfield clock on his night stand; it read: 9:30am.  

“FUCK!! I was supposed to be there at EIGHT!” throwing on a black overcoat and forgetting completely to brush his hair; he dashed out the door and into the oddest day of his life.

Rushing along the crowed street, he tried not to think too much about the fact that he was late, late for the opportunity he’d been waiting for all his life, late; because he had idiotic friends who convinced him to spend most of last night drinking instead of having an early night. “FUCK!” He shook his head, and all of a sudden remembered the hangover headache he had as soon as he opened his eyes this morning. “Fuck!”

He was moving very fast, propelled by his own lateness. He wasn’t a small man, so basically everyone stepped out of his way, so he never really worried about bumping into someone.

That’s when it happened.

He didn’t bump into someone; he crashed head-on into “it”. He wasn’t used to bumping, much less crashing into anything; so he just stood there like an idiot. The thing just kept on walking, as if “it” had never missed a step. He looked back, only to see the figure of what might have been a woman. The only thing that made “it”, since he wasn’t sure of what “it” was; stand out in the crowd, was that “it” was wearing a red hooded overcoat.

He blinked, and “it” was gone.