Tuesday, September 05, 2006
admission of guilt.
i was reading through my blog entries for the past few days/ weeks and yes, i finally admit... i sound like a sad love-sick idiot.
ordinarily, a blog like tt would for single-me, trigger some involuntary regurgitation mechanism. so weak, so stupid, so clinging-vine. so... original girl.
so fine, i admit the mush. and i'll def cut back on it. anyway as much as the bf is the largest part of my life at this point in time (as well as the primary cause in my decline in intelligence), i think whoever is left of my readers have had it with reading about how much of a sleepy pig he is, tt waking him up requires sometimes up to 3 hours worth of effort, or how amazing his parking is, such tt i fear what other parts of his father's car he's scratched, or how sensitive his nipples are...
oops. you didn't read tt last part. wahaha. *evil wide grin*
now playing: hotel costes - cafe de flor
ordinarily, a blog like tt would for single-me, trigger some involuntary regurgitation mechanism. so weak, so stupid, so clinging-vine. so... original girl.
so fine, i admit the mush. and i'll def cut back on it. anyway as much as the bf is the largest part of my life at this point in time (as well as the primary cause in my decline in intelligence), i think whoever is left of my readers have had it with reading about how much of a sleepy pig he is, tt waking him up requires sometimes up to 3 hours worth of effort, or how amazing his parking is, such tt i fear what other parts of his father's car he's scratched, or how sensitive his nipples are...
oops. you didn't read tt last part. wahaha. *evil wide grin*