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Danielle is right: I need a boyfriend.
Today I started naming dogs I don't even own yet. My next Sheltie will be a blue merle male named Kiefer. My Scottish Terrier will be Scotty. My next Dachshund will be Liebchen. And my Papillon will be Robes-Pierre.
Damn, why can't I find it in me to make the effort to look half-decent. When I try, I actually look rather pretty. For the past couple months, I've just been feeling like I need something more in the way of companionship. Perhaps it's the fact that I only have two friends, neither of which I'm terribly close to. Perhaps I'm finally sick of thinking of Hannah as my soulmate (even though she still is and always will be).
For the first time in six years, I am saying ... Damn, I need a man.
You know what else I need? A reality show that does a life makeover to teach me how to be something other than a guy's rather frumpy female friend. For heaven's sake, I'm eighteen and I don't even know how to flirt!
Alright, so three basic life plans present themselves at this point. Vote for your favorite:
A. Forget about men. Become a crazy old dog lady (ie: keep doing what I'm doing now)
B. Spend a semester abroad in Scotland, seduce a rich Scot (Kiefer, if he happens to be in the area), and use his money to start a Sheltie farm.
C. Get out of bed a half-hour earlier and DO something with myself, go out there, and fetch me a man (again, Kiefer if possible)!
Sad side note, Danielle said Lovely today and had no idea of the implications. I tried to explain ... but it just wasn't the same. She doesn't get Lovely at all. I miss you guys!!
Today I started naming dogs I don't even own yet. My next Sheltie will be a blue merle male named Kiefer. My Scottish Terrier will be Scotty. My next Dachshund will be Liebchen. And my Papillon will be Robes-Pierre.
Damn, why can't I find it in me to make the effort to look half-decent. When I try, I actually look rather pretty. For the past couple months, I've just been feeling like I need something more in the way of companionship. Perhaps it's the fact that I only have two friends, neither of which I'm terribly close to. Perhaps I'm finally sick of thinking of Hannah as my soulmate (even though she still is and always will be).
For the first time in six years, I am saying ... Damn, I need a man.
You know what else I need? A reality show that does a life makeover to teach me how to be something other than a guy's rather frumpy female friend. For heaven's sake, I'm eighteen and I don't even know how to flirt!
Alright, so three basic life plans present themselves at this point. Vote for your favorite:
A. Forget about men. Become a crazy old dog lady (ie: keep doing what I'm doing now)
B. Spend a semester abroad in Scotland, seduce a rich Scot (Kiefer, if he happens to be in the area), and use his money to start a Sheltie farm.
C. Get out of bed a half-hour earlier and DO something with myself, go out there, and fetch me a man (again, Kiefer if possible)!
Sad side note, Danielle said Lovely today and had no idea of the implications. I tried to explain ... but it just wasn't the same. She doesn't get Lovely at all. I miss you guys!!