Boys and my crazy head
I met up with Jerkwad Friday night, and you know what? I feel guilty. That’s right, GUILTY. Although the sex was spectacular, I don’t think I’m into the whole sex for sex sakes thing anymore. Wait?! Who IS THIS talking right now? I don’t recognize her. Is that really you, Bridge?! OH GOD! It's TRUE. I like the Irish Boy who can’t get it up. NOOOOOOO!!!! He’s so cute… and funny… and smart… and he’s leaving for three weeks… and I’m going to miss him… And I’m not sure if I want that right now, or am ready for that. I don’t want to be melancholy and mope around missing someone around the holidays. I want to live it up and have a blast. Eh… What am I worried about? I’ll probably change my mind about all of this by the end of the week.