"Is that the stars in the sky, or is it, rain fallin down? Will it burn me if I touch the sun-uh, yeah, so big, so round Would I be truthful, yeah, in, uh,In chosin you as the one for me? Is this love, baby, or is it, uh-huh,Just, uh, confusion?"
-Jimmy Hendrix: Love or Confusion
So first off i gave up on the whole 'no make-up' binge i was on because when you think about it Pat Benator was right.
Love really is a battlefield.
And so...you have to wear armor when you are on cet battlefield correct?
But wearing full on chain mail when dealing with the battlefield of love is just retarded therefor I have found that the armor of the battlefield of love is make-up.
Ya...I just needed to justify my need to look pretty okay?
It has also just now come to my attention that i have spent way too much time on the above statement. It's pretty much just another five minutes of my life I will never be able to get back.
Oh well.
Moving on....
I really need to learn to not say stupid things. Because really that's all that comes out of my mouth when i am talking to Primo Ass Hat. It's like his gorgeousness cancels out any intelligence i might have.
And the scariest thing about it all is...I would have sex with him. Which is just LE WHACK because I want my first time to be special and with someone who I love and who loves me and all that jazz and yet...when I see Primo Ass Hat I just think about rough sex in the back room. (Not a metaphor.)
Ofcourse i think about a bunch of other things too like how he's probably a womanizing dickhead and how I deserve better and he's nothing but bad news and heart break BUT mostly it's rough sex in the back room.
What is wrong with me? I haven't even kissed anybody yet...
Ofcourse there was all that new years grinding and groping...but I was drunk sooo...it doesn't count, right?
*cough*
...right?
Anyway I don't want to talk about my crush anymore because I haven't really gotten anywhere. except maybe he put his hands on my hips today? I say maybe because I really don't know who's hands were on me because before i turned around whoever it was let go but there he was looking smug.
So basically it's wishful thinking that makes me wants to think it was Primo Ass Hat
Hell it could have been the crazy but oh so kind crack/caffiene addict man who loiters around.
ew.
just....ew. >___<' Hopefully it wasn't John Cusack Jr, because I'd much prefer the idea that he has given up on trying to woo me. It would highly awkward in the work place otherwise. Primo Ass Hat and John Cusack Jr were both walking around side by side doing what they do today and it dawned on me. They are complete opposites. Seriously the only things they probably have in common is their jobs and the fact that they both have dicks. and that's it. But boys are un important because Hair crisis '06 is taking place. I don't know what to do with my hair! Do I risk it all and go blonde? Or do I play it safe and stay brunette? OH EM GEEEE!
Stay tuned bitches!
8:29 AM
