Here’s the thing.
I have a problem.
… a flirting problem.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

No.
Seriously.
6 guys. 1 night.
(No relation to 2 girls, 1 cup.)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Seriously.
No, really.
It’s an issue.
The FUNNEST issue EVER.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

No.
But, really.
It’s bad.

When I’m sitting on one dude’s knee, playing with ( Read more... )

The things you are about to read are all facts.

I’m Lauren Grundy.
I’m silly.
I’m not immature, despite the things I wear, the purse I carry and the things I listen to.
I’m observant.
I’m perceptive.

The things you are about to read are my perceptions. They are in no way the absolute truth. They are my truth. But duh, this is my blog.

I think that I ( Read more... )

I don’t know how I’ve been lucky and blessed enough to be 25 years old and enchanted; illusioned (I think that’s not a word, but I’m using it.); smitten… with life.

“I blink my eyes and I am so, so enchanted. There’s so much beauty that we take for granted.” - Katy Rose.

I’ve been through a lot of hurt ( Read more... )

I’m not so sure anymore.
I mean, I’m questioning this.

Not too long ago, I had a conversation with a practical random. I suppose, that would be called an acquaintance ( Read more... )

The title of this entry is brought to you by -

All My Friends Are Enemies: Early Rarities by Say Anything.

Or… better known as the CDs that are taking over my life. I know all of Disc 2, but now, I’m on Disc 1, called Baseball. (Naturally.)

So…

Let me get all the important things out of the way first.

-I took Melatonin tonight cause I’m an insomniac. I ( Read more... )

Merriam-Webster’s definitions of “rumor”-

Rumor -

1: talk or opinion widely disseminated with no discernible source

2: a statement or report current without known authority for its truth

3: archaic: talk or report of a notable person or event

One time, you told me you don’t listen to or entertain rumors.

I thought that was admirable about you.

Until I ( Read more... )

"You’ll never get him."
"You can't have him."
"He won’t have you."

I’m so effing sick of it.

Wings.
You’re the one.
Oh.
The one.

I feel like playing you, Wings.

What the hell do I have to lose?

You’d be the one losing.

Oh.
But, oh.
I swear there is some…
earthly intervention, if you will…
keeping us apart.

No, really.

I’m only around you when I should be.

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So, the other night at work, I was talking to someone about dating.
That happens way too much.
It’s kind of fun, actually.
I learn so much from other people.
And myself.

This particular conversation was about someone not dating a black girl ( Read more... )

I’m insecure.
Frustratingly. Insanely. Deathly.

I’m sure it’s no shock to you.
That is, if you know me.
My anxiety should be a huge clue.

That’s the definition of insecurity.

Insecure:

1. subject to fears, doubts, etc.; not self-confident or assured.

2. not confident or certain; uneasy; anxious.

It’s about me.

About how I think of myself.

Sometimes, I feel ( Read more... )

It’s very 5am right now.
And I’m wide awake.

I have to do this blog.
I know probably only one person reads this, but I’ve told myself, if I think to myself that I’m going to blog and tweet that I’m going to blog, I have to blog.
I mean, I can’t let down my (fingers crossed) readers.

I just got done watching like 4 or 5 episodes of Lost with the fam.
Mom ( Read more... )