Here's a truth: I like sparkly things.
Here's another one: I like men.
Yet another: Every guy I've liked (ever) has had really big suppressed issues.
Case in point: John. The latest in the long line of Guys-Who-Are-Apparently-Totally-Wrong-For-Me-But-I-Always-Fail-To-Notice-This-Glaringly-Obvious-Fact-Until-It's-Too-Late-And-I've-Fallen-For-Him Saga.
Or Nathan. The First Boy That's Ever Liked Me.
And I don't give a rat's ass. What kind of cosmic kick in the ass is that? I've wanted a guy for so freaking long, and then when one FINALLY likes me, I don't give a rat's ass. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!?!
I know not. So, I've decided to continue on with my I-Don't-Give-A-Rat's-Ass Attitude, and keep torturing him. Maybe someday he'll get the hint and back off.
Here's another one: I like men.
Yet another: Every guy I've liked (ever) has had really big suppressed issues.
Case in point: John. The latest in the long line of Guys-Who-Are-Apparently-Totally-Wrong-For-Me-But-I-Always-Fail-To-Notice-This-Glaringly-Obvious-Fact-Until-It's-Too-Late-And-I've-Fallen-For-Him Saga.
Or Nathan. The First Boy That's Ever Liked Me.
And I don't give a rat's ass. What kind of cosmic kick in the ass is that? I've wanted a guy for so freaking long, and then when one FINALLY likes me, I don't give a rat's ass. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!?!
I know not. So, I've decided to continue on with my I-Don't-Give-A-Rat's-Ass Attitude, and keep torturing him. Maybe someday he'll get the hint and back off.
Oh wait, I did. And I don't care. Oops.
Also some late-breaking news for y'all: The kitten just fell asleep on my arm, and my heart just melted a little.
I miss George.
Also some late-breaking news for y'all: The kitten just fell asleep on my arm, and my heart just melted a little.
I miss George.
Peace.
