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Boy Crazy
Even though I am adoring the gift of the Adorable Hippy Poet, I am still wistfully wishing for Boy Number One.
I guess train wrecks really are more my speed.
But we should talk about something else, before I have to change the name of my journal to "All Boys, All The Time".
(this is where you can be annoyed with me for skipping past relating ( Read more... ) -
Right, So, Details ...
or what I'm willing to share, in any case ( Read more... ) -
Wherein The Plucky Heroine Makes Out With A Cute Boy ...
... till nearly 5AM ( Read more... ) -
My Weird Charmed Life, With Butterflies
Shook off friday night's mopey state and had a wonderful girl power saturday, housekeeping and a bit of baking in prep for movie night, enjoying the sunshine and hanging out with Nicole who showed up early. We traipsed along Bank St. foraging supplies for the party, being silly, talking storytelling, giggling and checking out cute boys. Like being ( Read more... ) -
Stupid. Again.
Well, I had my not staying home and moping strategy all worked out ... I was planning to hang out with Cathy and the Dusty Owl crowd over at Royal Oak on Pretoria tonight. Neighbourhood pub silliness was pretty much the speed I was looking for. But, when I got there, an hour after the appointed time, no Cathy, no Steve, no sign of anyone I knew. So ( Read more... ) -
Sending Mad Love
To my super magic inbox flooding ninja team. You guys are better than cookies inside cookies. -
Wow
Didn't see this coming, and I think I should probably consider it a promising sign, that I am so far past my marriage at this point that I am ready to cry over a different boy. Buuuuuut I am so tired of crying ( Read more... ) -
Peeps!
I need you please. Send FB messages. I quietly unfriended her. Within an hour she'd sent me a message. I responded asking her to leave me alone. I can't delete the message, so that I have a record of asking her to respect my space ( Read more... ) -
She ...
is interacting with me again, on FB. I can't figure out why she is compelled to do so. Commenting on my comments, liking my photo albums. It's like I am the scab she just can't leave alone ( Read more... ) -
Two Tiny Poems
1 ( Read more... )