i am quickly becoming, if not already, that girl. you know the one. when you see a romantic comedy with this girl all she can talk about is how stupid it is, how people don't actually fall in love, how men are all assholes as she gobbles down her extra large popcorn and washes it down with self pity. *sigh* really didn't take long for me to fall into that routine.
HELP! i don't want to be that girl! i want to be the cool, confident friend who is on her own and loving it. she can say "romance, schmomance. that stuff is for the birds." don't get me wrong, i'm pretty confident in myself and my aloneness. i just miss companionship. more to the point - I MISS SEX! this solo stuff can only tide a girl over for so long, you know what i'm saying? no matter how good your toys and imagination are, they're just no substitute for the real thing.
yeah, oh well. time for some more tequila mixed with a nice dose of buck-up-li'l-camper. then a mental picture of josh lucas and a vibrator to keep me company. oh, maybe i shouldn't have gotten that personal. i mean, cozy up with a warm cup of tea and a good book... yeah... that's the ticket.
1 comment:
oh, i got that under control. but nothing beats the real thing!
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