I am grandma, hear me snore.

I haven't posted in a while because there is abselutely nothing interesting going on in my life. I mean it, not a flaming shit on a biscycle.

I have become boring.

As we speak I'm installing my pirated Sims2 expansion packs. This is how boring I am. I am one step away from crocheting some sort of baby-wrapping.

Boyfriend is great, a little annoying at times with his eliteist points of view, but this is forgiveable. ( He really is good in bed, it's amazing). Hey, on that note, we had sex under the Church of Christ the other day. Hardcore. (ok, really we were just horny and it was the closest secluded spot, but that's not important. We're still hardcore like fucking plums).

BFF FINALLY had sex with her jailbait, which may be the consequent reason I have not seen her for a while. Hurr hurr. All joy to them, bless their humping little souls.

I look like I'm being beaten up on a regular basis thanks to my flurishing poledancing career. Bruises fucking EVERYWHERE, my parents thought Boyfriend was hitting me. Now, while we do like it rough, it does not as of yet border on abuse. Except for the tickling. That's just cruel and unusual punishment.

His nipples are ticklish though. So I've got something.

Had a couple of beers with my young friend (read: underage) yesterday, was really nice to get pleasently tipsy and not wasted. But she made out with a friend of mine. Should have prevented that.

Ah well, you're not a proper teenager before you make out with tools while intoxicated

Stupid double X

Ok, so totally not breaking up with awesomeness. (I'm seriously concerned my moodswings are gonne start messing up the laws of physics at this point. One more emotional crisis and it's bye-bye gravity. *sigh* Oh I just have so much responsibility these days, really.)

I told him about this blog and how I have reopened it (that is, if that's ok with you page. Your blankness. Sir). And somehow that led to him telling me there might be a proposal at some point. You know. Proposal. With a capital P. Which was like "aw.... That's terrifying..."

Of course, as I have come to terms with, I am, in fact, a girl. So seriousness and commitement are (goddammit!) a plus. But talking about marriage maybe sometime down the line, while it's nice to hear I'm not just something to pass the time (even if extremely joyfully passed) with, is maybe raising my expectations a tad to much. When this eventually blows up, I am going to be very upset.

And when I say upset I mean slutty and tequilafied. And I was really hoping I'd put that part of my life behind me. I don't want to accidentally desacrate anymore gravestones. I don't need to piss god off anymore, I really don't. He'd have me be a sewage worker in hell. And that would suck. So yeah. Tequila = a river of devil-poo.

I'm terribly in love.


PS
I got drunk and told him about the time I had sex with a girl. For several month. When I was technically a virgin. So that's awesome. He didn't mind though. Just threatened to tell everybody else I know. And laughed at me. And veeeery fuzzy on this, but I think we said I love you to eachother. While I was srunk that time. The time with the girl-sex. Might investigate.

I <3 Page

Oh page. When I once again tasted the sweet release of your blankness, I must admit, I am hooked once more. I long to fill you up (haw haw), and to be as we were, with you, my confidant and saviour. I beg of you page! I am sorry for leaving, please give me another chance! You shall not be bereft of red-headed stick-figures anylonger.

I offer to you as my redemption, that which currently troubles my heart, in a casual and (hopefully) comidic form.

I have again had the notion that I want to move away (far away) from my town. Specifically to another country this time. I want to study psychology, and follow in the footsteps of my step-father. But don't tell my father that, the risk of a fist-fight there is already great enough.

Anyhow, the problem with this life-plan, is my current love-interest. My boyfriend. The one with the beard (is there a sexual philia related to beards? Must investigate). Now, I got a leetle drunk last night, for the first time in two months. And got very thoughtful (hormonal). And so we talked about a lot of things that I now have trouble distinctly remembering. And well... I think I have to break up with him.

Breaking up with The Awesomeness (as he shall hereforth be known) because of a conversation the recollection of which is beer-coloured and fuzzy, might not seem like the best reasoning. I admit. But....

...

I have no follow-up.

Anyway, the fact of the matter is that I am beginning to get to an age where relationships last for a -long- time. Like years and years. And people move in together and have children. Not so much marrige though. What can I say, we're a sinful generation (sin is so cash yo).

And years and years would be.... an... experience. One that I'm not sure I'm very comfortable with. And at the same time, I can really not be bothered in the slightest way to spend time and energy on something that really just is a short-termed, orgasm-filled haze of chocolate and... sex and... Hm.

Once again page, you have made me think about things from a different angle. I think I need some chocolate and sex to help me make this potentially life-altering decicion. Lots of sex and chocolate. And ass-cheek biting. Yes. Yeeeees.... Exellent...

Oh Page!

Enough with the secrecy! Hello dear white page. I haven't seen your delicious blankness in quite some time.

I think I'm ending this blog. Hasta la blog. There simply isn't enough interesting stuff going on for me to write it anymore. Not deleting it though, if something happens, I become single again, or unforseen shit goes down, it is a good outlet. So do not fear blank page, I am not abandoning you, this is not a break up. Just a break. Like Ross and Rachel. Only probably less sex with random copy-girls. I will always love you page. You are my snow-white saviour, my pale companion, my confidant. Oh page, my love for you will blossom eternal in the twisted little aquarium of seaweed that is my heart.

Last updates: Boyfriend - still awesome, still bearded, very much in love (and the sex oh my god the sex!). KP - talked a little over christmas, he got a new girlfriend after new-years, when I wouldn't meet him for a kiss at midnight. Coincidence? School - lets not talk about it. Appartement - I feel like a hamster, it is so tiny! Diet - dead. BFF - still with new boyfriend, seems to be holding together at the moment. Alcoholconsumption - none, long story.

Arrivedeci page! Bon chance, bon vie, je t'aime. We will meet again someday.

don't want to go alone

Long time no blog.

Shit has Gone Down. Notice the capitalization. And the rearranging of Main Folks.

First things first, I have a boyfriend. A not before mentioned unknown of the male persuasion. He is awesome. Smart, considerate, good in bed (a cunning linguist i you get my drift hawhaw wink wink), nice, cuddly, a good conversationalist, and totally in love with me. It seems. And hot. Did I mention hot? He is HOT!

I am of course a wreck of doubt.

Logic strikes again.


It started with him helping me with my homework. Then one night (after a bottle of baileys), he kissed me. And I sort of moved in for three weeks. Didn't do the dirty at once though, not even slightly. Waited two weeks.

Became official a couple of days ago. And I've been freeking out ever since. Either because I don't really want to me in a relationship with this guy, I am insane, KP fucked my emotional sanity up more than I realized, I'm afraid of losing him (cause he is like.... AWESOME) or my female intuition has picked up something shady about him.

I have no idea, I'm just a mess.

And my exams start in under two weeks. And I haven't opened a book i three. So yeah. That's great.

Running away and joining a convent seems like a good idea right about now actually.

Or having a fling with KP or this hot stock-broker I've been onlining it with for a few years.

Total Mess.

Oh and Boyfriend is Bff's ex, she's got a new boyfriend, younger bloke, with dreads, he's cool.

OK

I'm not going to post just to post anymore. Something interesting actually has to happen. Preferably my getting laid.

would be nice.


PS
Chuck Bass is freekin AWESOME. Call me.

will i get what i want will i want what i get