With men anymore? Seriously? Why is every conversation a lead to let them jerk off? Or why are guys trying to get into two different girls pants? What about our feelings?
Ok I’m a little drunk, I have a date tomorrow, and I think I’m gonna pass out…. g’night.
Hey guys? Stalking is illegal. I deleted and blocked all of you, don’t try to come find me here. This is my blog, I pay for it, you don’t end of story.1
I have a horrible memory and still think my mother was born in 1956 she wasn’t. I am still convinced that my father is still in his late 50′s…. I don’t remember people’s ages or birthdays. I wrote down the other day that I was 35 instead of just turning 26. I fail.
However on a good side, my boyfriend is moving in tomorrow! *crosses fingers* I’ve known him for eleven years… I love him unconditionally.
