It's not you, it's me
Locked. For your own good. I can't talk about you and actually let you read it, now can I?
If you want me to friend you, ask and play nicely. There aren't many folks on here, because his blog mainly serves as a means to keep up and in touch with my friendsies in Dallas. But should you care about me enough to listen to my needless ramblings on being a Southern girl in Los Angeles, my obsession with shoes, drinking unnatural amounts of Malibu, trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, my unhealthy love of all things football, hockey, movies and Chris Evans, the wonders of every episode of Friday Night Lights, how much I love my two dogs (despite the fact I think one is mentally challenged), my experiences in dating for the first time since 2000 and my ridiculous fascination with the porn industry...well, you've been warned.
Grab a cocktail or four, get your popcorn ready...and tell me how much you love me.
If you want me to friend you, ask and play nicely. There aren't many folks on here, because his blog mainly serves as a means to keep up and in touch with my friendsies in Dallas. But should you care about me enough to listen to my needless ramblings on being a Southern girl in Los Angeles, my obsession with shoes, drinking unnatural amounts of Malibu, trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, my unhealthy love of all things football, hockey, movies and Chris Evans, the wonders of every episode of Friday Night Lights, how much I love my two dogs (despite the fact I think one is mentally challenged), my experiences in dating for the first time since 2000 and my ridiculous fascination with the porn industry...well, you've been warned.
Grab a cocktail or four, get your popcorn ready...and tell me how much you love me.