well i coulda been a pinup girl...
I've just painted my nails a delicious pinup-girl red. I like red.
The reason why?
It's the color of sex. Especially shiny glossy reds...like my nail polish.
I also smell like angel food cake. I bought some lotion that smells good enough to eat. Don'tcha just wanna eat me up..mmm mmm. Hah.
So what else, what else. I made a pretty cute discovery the other day about someone. Let's just say I'm an affectionate girl and my heart spills over all over the place and onto a select few people in my life...they know who they are, and they know they are close to my heart in all kinds of ways. :)
Yesterday while I was driving around town picking up job applications, I drove by Jake's street and I honked like there was no tomorrow. My mom was sitting next to me and I kept saying "Tell me when his street comes up!" and when it did I went "BEEP!!! BEEP!!! BEEEEEEEP!! BEEEEP!" My mom almost smacked me. "You're distracting other drivers!" she wailed. I didn't care. It's always been me and Jake's thing to honk when we drove by each other's houses. I really hope he heard me. It was the closest thing I could have to done to screaming "I LOVE YOU!" at the top of my lungs hoping he'd hear.
My mom thinks I fantasize about me and Jake having a life together. She said, "Em, I know it's fun to fantasize about getting...married and all that, but this is the age where people change, so don't be too shocked if something happens..people change." That may be true, but the thing that makes me and him different is the fact that we both realize that but we aren't letting go. We're hanging on to each other because we want to make it work. I started telling her what a great husband he would be because he's a REALLY hard worker and I know he would do anything for me, and I would do anything for him.
Exept...
I'm don't want to let him go into the military. I can't. He knows I would be an emotional wreck and he told me,
"Look, if you really don't think you can handle me leaving again, I won't go, I don't want to cause you pain. You'd be a nervous wreck the whole time, I know you. I could be perfectly happy being a mechanic, honestly. You're the only opinion I care about. If you don't want me to go, I won't."
But how could I hold him back from what he's always wanted to do? I'll never understand males. It's like they're not complete men unless they learn how to shoot come guns and risk their lives and fight.
He says, "Baby, I gotta give back to my country."
Sure, hon. I understand. It's a male hormonal thing. Some men are just DRAWN to the army and there's no turning back.
If he goes into the military, he wants to marry me before he goes...
Well, we have a year to decide. But I already know what I'm going to tell him...
"How can I let you go again? I want us to be safe together. I just want you with me."
The reason why?
It's the color of sex. Especially shiny glossy reds...like my nail polish.
I also smell like angel food cake. I bought some lotion that smells good enough to eat. Don'tcha just wanna eat me up..mmm mmm. Hah.
So what else, what else. I made a pretty cute discovery the other day about someone. Let's just say I'm an affectionate girl and my heart spills over all over the place and onto a select few people in my life...they know who they are, and they know they are close to my heart in all kinds of ways. :)
Yesterday while I was driving around town picking up job applications, I drove by Jake's street and I honked like there was no tomorrow. My mom was sitting next to me and I kept saying "Tell me when his street comes up!" and when it did I went "BEEP!!! BEEP!!! BEEEEEEEP!! BEEEEP!" My mom almost smacked me. "You're distracting other drivers!" she wailed. I didn't care. It's always been me and Jake's thing to honk when we drove by each other's houses. I really hope he heard me. It was the closest thing I could have to done to screaming "I LOVE YOU!" at the top of my lungs hoping he'd hear.
My mom thinks I fantasize about me and Jake having a life together. She said, "Em, I know it's fun to fantasize about getting...married and all that, but this is the age where people change, so don't be too shocked if something happens..people change." That may be true, but the thing that makes me and him different is the fact that we both realize that but we aren't letting go. We're hanging on to each other because we want to make it work. I started telling her what a great husband he would be because he's a REALLY hard worker and I know he would do anything for me, and I would do anything for him.
Exept...
I'm don't want to let him go into the military. I can't. He knows I would be an emotional wreck and he told me,
"Look, if you really don't think you can handle me leaving again, I won't go, I don't want to cause you pain. You'd be a nervous wreck the whole time, I know you. I could be perfectly happy being a mechanic, honestly. You're the only opinion I care about. If you don't want me to go, I won't."
But how could I hold him back from what he's always wanted to do? I'll never understand males. It's like they're not complete men unless they learn how to shoot come guns and risk their lives and fight.
He says, "Baby, I gotta give back to my country."
Sure, hon. I understand. It's a male hormonal thing. Some men are just DRAWN to the army and there's no turning back.
If he goes into the military, he wants to marry me before he goes...
Well, we have a year to decide. But I already know what I'm going to tell him...
"How can I let you go again? I want us to be safe together. I just want you with me."