cant you see what you've done to my heart?
unfortunately it has come to this point. i want a male companion. a lot. however, not just any boy - the perfect boy. minor glitch: he has yet to be found. so, not only do i really want someone, i havent even met them yet. you can imagine my dissapointment. i have the perfect boy melded into my brain and that, i believe, is really going to hinder this boy-scoping project. no one will be able to match up against the boy that lives inside my head. im in a conundrum. i really want to not get to the point of listing the traits in perfect boy because that is when i know that i am really truly desperate. and i plan on never being desperate. in a few days, this feeling will pass, but in the meantime i will soak in the bitter juices of singledom. however, i will say that 2 of the top qualities of perfect boy are 1. Not allergic to cats and 2. Not addicted to drugs. (i can work with smokers, but preferablly not.) those 2 top qualities dont seem that hard. wow, how pathetic can i sound? until i meet this boy, my so aptly named Troubadour Boyfriend, i will continue to do the waiting game - although a different type of waiting than the kind in the PoM song.
and now, on a COMPLETELY unrelated topic, my people are all going to Brea tomorrow to pick up their camper trailor. they are very excited. they have already planned their first trip with the trailor over MLK day. hello, empty house, how i love you.
on another unrelated note, i just realized that tomorrow night/morning i have to walk 6 miles. i dont know if i have done that before. 6 straight miles. why did this just occur to me like a day before new years eve? i did some crunches tonight to make myself feel a little healthier. i got the good excercise burning. the good pain.
and, on a closing note, only 1% of the male population has an 8" penis.
thank you and good night.
and now, on a COMPLETELY unrelated topic, my people are all going to Brea tomorrow to pick up their camper trailor. they are very excited. they have already planned their first trip with the trailor over MLK day. hello, empty house, how i love you.
on another unrelated note, i just realized that tomorrow night/morning i have to walk 6 miles. i dont know if i have done that before. 6 straight miles. why did this just occur to me like a day before new years eve? i did some crunches tonight to make myself feel a little healthier. i got the good excercise burning. the good pain.
and, on a closing note, only 1% of the male population has an 8" penis.
thank you and good night.