The world will roll their eyes but I still think..
Hello my lovelies.
I'm not really very romantic and watching other couples be romantic almost makes me dry retch. I actually don't like going out on Valentines Day because I suffer from an odd case of second-hand embarrassment for all the other couples and their overt public displays of affection. However, granted that this is Valentines Day, I am allowing myself one semi-romantic blog. I figure it's about time I start walking the walk after singing every Febuary you'll be my Valentine over and over again.
Also, I thought I'd clear up some things; I actually have a boyfriend and he's real and I'm not just mentally dating him in my head! Because Kurt Hummel is not real and Blaine Anderson is also not real and while Chris Colfer is real, he's gay and I'm not a gay male. And Darren Criss may be straight and male and real and probably available, but unfortuantely my fangirl love for him doesn't equate to you're my best friend and the first person I want to talk to when things are amazing and when things go wrong and when I get home from work and before I have dinner and after I have dinner and just all the time love.
So have some slurpee love from me and my beloved!
Do not let him fool you, his day job is not Mr. Romantic.
If you're in the Lonely Hearts Club this year, YOU MIGHT FEEL LONELY, BUT YOU'RE NOT ALONE. I love you and now let's go sing Happy Days together. But no, seriously, friendslist + rayslady + katharrine + real friends + people who stalk this blog and never say hello, I heart you all. I will get off my ass soon, and spread the love in real life, because God knows people are sick of hearing about how I'm going to be drinking gin out of teacups in London and fully immersing myself in the gay community in San Francisco.
And if you're still not feeling the love, well..no one can say no to private school boys in blazers.
I'm not really very romantic and watching other couples be romantic almost makes me dry retch. I actually don't like going out on Valentines Day because I suffer from an odd case of second-hand embarrassment for all the other couples and their overt public displays of affection. However, granted that this is Valentines Day, I am allowing myself one semi-romantic blog. I figure it's about time I start walking the walk after singing every Febuary you'll be my Valentine over and over again.
Also, I thought I'd clear up some things; I actually have a boyfriend and he's real and I'm not just mentally dating him in my head! Because Kurt Hummel is not real and Blaine Anderson is also not real and while Chris Colfer is real, he's gay and I'm not a gay male. And Darren Criss may be straight and male and real and probably available, but unfortuantely my fangirl love for him doesn't equate to you're my best friend and the first person I want to talk to when things are amazing and when things go wrong and when I get home from work and before I have dinner and after I have dinner and just all the time love.
So have some slurpee love from me and my beloved!
Do not let him fool you, his day job is not Mr. Romantic.
If you're in the Lonely Hearts Club this year, YOU MIGHT FEEL LONELY, BUT YOU'RE NOT ALONE. I love you and now let's go sing Happy Days together. But no, seriously, friendslist + rayslady + katharrine + real friends + people who stalk this blog and never say hello, I heart you all. I will get off my ass soon, and spread the love in real life, because God knows people are sick of hearing about how I'm going to be drinking gin out of teacups in London and fully immersing myself in the gay community in San Francisco.
And if you're still not feeling the love, well..no one can say no to private school boys in blazers.