Period Timez, lawlz
Normally when one is on their period, they have alot of time to sit and mope about stuff, but this time around, my mind is working in the opposite direction. Instead of saying, "What the hell am I doing wrong?" I'm asking myself, "What am I doing right?"
I guess these thoughts started last night, when I was baking some rolls for dinner, from scratch. My father was in the kitchen with me, cutting the chicken for us. Somehow, our light conversation drifted to Greg. I think I mentioned something about his being MY dork. My father, out of nowhere, said to me "He's a very nice young man." These words, in a normal household, would have been looked over. But knowing my father, and knowing how things run around here, Greg, you should be VERY happy with yourself. It takes alot to get my father's approval, especially when you're a boy trying to win his precious daughter's heart. (not like you don't already have it.) My thoughts then drifted back to SEETHERAGEGRR-Jackie, due to the annoyances in my house, who think that they still live here. Anyway.
A while later, I got to thinking about Greg again. (This was sometime before I snapped at you, Greg, and I'm sorry for that.) What do I do RIGHT in my relationships? In the few relationships that I've been in, all of my male counter-parts have mooned over me. What did I do that was so wonderful, that I was awarded someone like GREG? He's polite, he's talented, he's intelligent, and he's just the kind of guy that I've been looking for. Why was I given such a happiness? Why do dogs not have bellybuttons? How many licks DOES it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? There are answers nobody knows.
I guess these thoughts started last night, when I was baking some rolls for dinner, from scratch. My father was in the kitchen with me, cutting the chicken for us. Somehow, our light conversation drifted to Greg. I think I mentioned something about his being MY dork. My father, out of nowhere, said to me "He's a very nice young man." These words, in a normal household, would have been looked over. But knowing my father, and knowing how things run around here, Greg, you should be VERY happy with yourself. It takes alot to get my father's approval, especially when you're a boy trying to win his precious daughter's heart. (not like you don't already have it.) My thoughts then drifted back to SEETHERAGEGRR-Jackie, due to the annoyances in my house, who think that they still live here. Anyway.
A while later, I got to thinking about Greg again. (This was sometime before I snapped at you, Greg, and I'm sorry for that.) What do I do RIGHT in my relationships? In the few relationships that I've been in, all of my male counter-parts have mooned over me. What did I do that was so wonderful, that I was awarded someone like GREG? He's polite, he's talented, he's intelligent, and he's just the kind of guy that I've been looking for. Why was I given such a happiness? Why do dogs not have bellybuttons? How many licks DOES it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? There are answers nobody knows.