"Don't ever let another person have so much emotional power over you. Remember, no guy is that special."
Mr NYC, I need to have this tattooed somewhere about my person. Thank you.
Saturday 13 December 2008
P.S.
Anonymous, for some reason I didn't get your email. If you wanted to send it again, that'd be great. If not, no problem.
rockinghorse_fly@hotmail.com
rockinghorse_fly@hotmail.com
Wow.
It feels like my entire life has flipped, with a back handspring thrown in for good measure. Ex found out about everything and we haven't spoken since (he removed me as a friend on Facebook, say no more) and out of a group of friends of about 30, I now have precisely 2 people who will still talk to me. This does not include my housemates, who sat me down and told me they're willing to "let me" live in the same house until our contract is up in June because they don't want to have a stranger move in, but categorically stated that we are not friends and co-existing is all I'm going to get. Which I totally understand, I behaved horribly to two guys who have been friends of theirs longer than I have, but it's not exactly my ideal situation.
Added to that, I've had a bit of trauma with my department because, for the third time, I wasn't attending enough to pass the module. The first time was because my grandmother had died, the second time was because of the abortion, but this time I had no excuse. And to be honest, I think the last two times those were just "convenient" excuses too. This time I had to face up to the fact that I have anxiety issues and am most likely depressed, and I need help. Thankfully the university has a counselling service which I'm attending on Tuesday, hopefully to get some cognitive behavioural therapy to help with my confidence. Everyone has been amazingly supportive, including my parents, who were notified by the university - I came home for a visit one day and found myself having to tell the entire truth, which felt like such a weight off my shoulders considering I've been lying to them for a long time about my progress on the nursing course.
I seriously feel like everything's out in the open now and I can start 2009 as a completely open and honest person. No lies about my course, no two-timing people, no fucked up behaviour in general. That's the person I want to be, and I really really hope I can do it.
Oh, and I'm going to AA on Monday night too. Can't hurt.
Added to that, I've had a bit of trauma with my department because, for the third time, I wasn't attending enough to pass the module. The first time was because my grandmother had died, the second time was because of the abortion, but this time I had no excuse. And to be honest, I think the last two times those were just "convenient" excuses too. This time I had to face up to the fact that I have anxiety issues and am most likely depressed, and I need help. Thankfully the university has a counselling service which I'm attending on Tuesday, hopefully to get some cognitive behavioural therapy to help with my confidence. Everyone has been amazingly supportive, including my parents, who were notified by the university - I came home for a visit one day and found myself having to tell the entire truth, which felt like such a weight off my shoulders considering I've been lying to them for a long time about my progress on the nursing course.
I seriously feel like everything's out in the open now and I can start 2009 as a completely open and honest person. No lies about my course, no two-timing people, no fucked up behaviour in general. That's the person I want to be, and I really really hope I can do it.
Oh, and I'm going to AA on Monday night too. Can't hurt.
Monday 17 November 2008
I just can't help fucking things up.
I love my ex, unfortunately. We've been sort of a couple since my last post - by "sort of" I mean we see each other every couple of weeks and spend all the time we have together being very lovey dovey and touchy feely, but he's still listed as single on Facebook.
During this time I've been occasionally sleeping with someone else. I have no idea why, since I really do love the ex. I think it's because I have a massive need for attention, a craving for affection. Or maybe it's because I can't allow myself to be happy so I always have to do something that will in the long term lead to a massive fuckup. Case in point: this other guy is in the same circle of friends as the ex, and this weekend found out he wasn't the only one. He's devastated, everyone else in the group hates me, and it's only a matter of time before Ex finds out, at which point my entire world will collapse.
And it's all my own fault. I wish I could stop sabotaging everything in my life. But I don't deserve to be happy, especially not now.
Edit: I've just reread this post and it's so self-pitying I can hardly stand it. I fucked up, this is all my fault and I need to be a big girl, learn from my mistakes and move on. There's nothing anyone can do to fix it. I'll just have to take the disapproval from my friends, which is completely justified, and take steps from now on to be a better person and not screw people over like this ever again.
Basically I need to stop being such a whiny bitch and just fucking get on with it. Simple as that.
During this time I've been occasionally sleeping with someone else. I have no idea why, since I really do love the ex. I think it's because I have a massive need for attention, a craving for affection. Or maybe it's because I can't allow myself to be happy so I always have to do something that will in the long term lead to a massive fuckup. Case in point: this other guy is in the same circle of friends as the ex, and this weekend found out he wasn't the only one. He's devastated, everyone else in the group hates me, and it's only a matter of time before Ex finds out, at which point my entire world will collapse.
And it's all my own fault. I wish I could stop sabotaging everything in my life. But I don't deserve to be happy, especially not now.
Edit: I've just reread this post and it's so self-pitying I can hardly stand it. I fucked up, this is all my fault and I need to be a big girl, learn from my mistakes and move on. There's nothing anyone can do to fix it. I'll just have to take the disapproval from my friends, which is completely justified, and take steps from now on to be a better person and not screw people over like this ever again.
Basically I need to stop being such a whiny bitch and just fucking get on with it. Simple as that.
Monday 1 September 2008
Wednesday 11 June 2008
It never fails.
Monday, I blogged about being so happy with my new boyfriend. Tuesday, I threw a party at my flat. Wednesday morning, he tells me that at the party this girl we both know kissed him, and he's been in love with her for years, and the kiss stirred up all his emotions, and he realised he doesn't actually feel anything for me.
I've cried so much my eyes feel like they're going to fall out.
The best part is, about two hours after he broke up with me, she texted him saying she doesn't see him in that way and doesn't want to be with him. So now no-one's happy.
I've cried so much my eyes feel like they're going to fall out.
The best part is, about two hours after he broke up with me, she texted him saying she doesn't see him in that way and doesn't want to be with him. So now no-one's happy.
Monday 9 June 2008
Oh yeah
Pub golf!
Well, basically you get dressed up in golf clothes (for me that meant a polo shirt and a visor), there's a drink assigned to each bar that you go to, and a par for each one. So in the first bar it might be a pint of lager at par three, which means you have to drink it in three gulps. I remember the first four bars we went to...after that, nothing. We all had little score cards to fill out, and mine just stops halfway through with a big pen mark through the centre of it. That pretty much sums up the night. Apparently I got right to the end (there is photographic evidence to support this) but I just do not remember.
There is also photographic evidence that I kissed at least two girls that night. Now, I'm the most heterosexual person you'll ever meet - I got to the age of 24 without ever snogging a woman, not even in a game of truth or dare or whatever. And then BAM! Two in one night. Not that I remember any of it. What a waste.
So yeah, that's pub golf. It's lethal but so much fun!
Well, basically you get dressed up in golf clothes (for me that meant a polo shirt and a visor), there's a drink assigned to each bar that you go to, and a par for each one. So in the first bar it might be a pint of lager at par three, which means you have to drink it in three gulps. I remember the first four bars we went to...after that, nothing. We all had little score cards to fill out, and mine just stops halfway through with a big pen mark through the centre of it. That pretty much sums up the night. Apparently I got right to the end (there is photographic evidence to support this) but I just do not remember.
There is also photographic evidence that I kissed at least two girls that night. Now, I'm the most heterosexual person you'll ever meet - I got to the age of 24 without ever snogging a woman, not even in a game of truth or dare or whatever. And then BAM! Two in one night. Not that I remember any of it. What a waste.
So yeah, that's pub golf. It's lethal but so much fun!
Oops
How can the whole of May have passed without me typing a word here? Isn't it weird how some months seem to drag on forever (January this year felt like an epoch) and some just skip on past so quickly that you hardly notice them.
Anyway, hello again! How've you been? Did you get that promotion you were after? How about those Red Sox? And other things of that nature.
Life here has been both stressful and pretty uneventful, somehow. The biggest change is that I'm now seeing someone (we're officially "in a relationship" on Facebook, so you know it's a big deal). All's going well so far, apart from the fact that we're a little bit too alike - we're both quite quiet and introspective so long periods go past where neither of us says anything. Which I actually don't mind, I hate people who are jabberjabberjabbering all the live-long day, but I worry sometimes that he's bored and wondering why I don't have more to say for myself. I'm sure he's not though, or he wouldn't keep calling, would he? Well, we'll see.
On a more important note, he can make me cum* like there's no tomorrow. Before this, I hadn't had sex since February and I was starting to think I could live without it, but now...I literally want to be naked with him every hour of every day (luckily neither of us have jobs at the moment so we can actually do that). I'd forgotten how sexy it is when someone's inside you and you're both sweaty and breathless and it feels so amazing and then he says your name....god, it kills me every time. It might just be because of the drought, but I can't get enough of it.
Anyway, at the moment I have a whopping cold sore (sexy!) so we're limited in the things we can do - which is unfortunate because he's very talented with his mouth - but once that's gone normal service will be resumed. And I CANNOT WAIT.
Oh, I should probably add that he's also incredibly sweet and thoughtful and makes me laugh. You know, all the good stuff. It's little things, like we were in a bar the other night and I'd nearly finished my drink, and suddenly a new one appears in front of me. That sounds minor, but I've never had a boyfriend who does things like that. Most of them wouldn't have even noticed, and even then I would've had to ask for them to get me another (which I wouldn't do by the way, I'm not one of these women who expects everything on a plate. But it's nice when it happens unexpectedly).
So, yeah, smitten. Everyone keep your fingers crossed for this one.
*I hate writing that word - is it "cum" or "come"? - but it's my favourite way to put it. "Orgasm" is a bit too grown up.
Anyway, hello again! How've you been? Did you get that promotion you were after? How about those Red Sox? And other things of that nature.
Life here has been both stressful and pretty uneventful, somehow. The biggest change is that I'm now seeing someone (we're officially "in a relationship" on Facebook, so you know it's a big deal). All's going well so far, apart from the fact that we're a little bit too alike - we're both quite quiet and introspective so long periods go past where neither of us says anything. Which I actually don't mind, I hate people who are jabberjabberjabbering all the live-long day, but I worry sometimes that he's bored and wondering why I don't have more to say for myself. I'm sure he's not though, or he wouldn't keep calling, would he? Well, we'll see.
On a more important note, he can make me cum* like there's no tomorrow. Before this, I hadn't had sex since February and I was starting to think I could live without it, but now...I literally want to be naked with him every hour of every day (luckily neither of us have jobs at the moment so we can actually do that). I'd forgotten how sexy it is when someone's inside you and you're both sweaty and breathless and it feels so amazing and then he says your name....god, it kills me every time. It might just be because of the drought, but I can't get enough of it.
Anyway, at the moment I have a whopping cold sore (sexy!) so we're limited in the things we can do - which is unfortunate because he's very talented with his mouth - but once that's gone normal service will be resumed. And I CANNOT WAIT.
Oh, I should probably add that he's also incredibly sweet and thoughtful and makes me laugh. You know, all the good stuff. It's little things, like we were in a bar the other night and I'd nearly finished my drink, and suddenly a new one appears in front of me. That sounds minor, but I've never had a boyfriend who does things like that. Most of them wouldn't have even noticed, and even then I would've had to ask for them to get me another (which I wouldn't do by the way, I'm not one of these women who expects everything on a plate. But it's nice when it happens unexpectedly).
So, yeah, smitten. Everyone keep your fingers crossed for this one.
*I hate writing that word - is it "cum" or "come"? - but it's my favourite way to put it. "Orgasm" is a bit too grown up.
Sunday 27 April 2008
Tuesday 8 April 2008
Ouchie.
I went away for a few days this past weekend, down to the south coast for a little bit of getaway time. Turns out it was exactly what I needed - sunshine, the beach, a couple of games of mini golf (haven't played for 10 years; I still suck) and the most amazing accommodation I've ever seen. For some reason we got upgraded to the penthouse apartment, and it was unbelievable - right on the quayside, balconies, split-level...and the views just about blew me away. Plus the bath in my bathroom was so big I could practically doggy-paddle in the thing. It was a perfect long weekend, and my head is on a lot straighter now than it was before I went. I'm ready to start taking care of myself again.
So now I'm back in Manchester, and going out tonight for the first time in ages. Can't wait to see everyone, I've missed them all over Easter. We're playing pub golf apparently, which seems to involve dressing up like an idiot and drinking until you can't drink no more. Done and done!
So now I'm back in Manchester, and going out tonight for the first time in ages. Can't wait to see everyone, I've missed them all over Easter. We're playing pub golf apparently, which seems to involve dressing up like an idiot and drinking until you can't drink no more. Done and done!
Tuesday 1 April 2008
I'm working.
It's insane.
My mum runs a workshop for people with mental illnesses, and it's closing down after 22 years in business because they just don't have enough money anymore. So now people who've been coming here for a massive portion of their lives have to either find somewhere new to go - and trust me, there is nowhere like this place - or just stay at home instead. It sucks.
Meanwhile, there are still orders to get out, so I've been recruited to work there in the factory for the next few days. I've done this before and I know what it entails, but the job I've been put onto is mind numbing. But I'm getting paid (cash in hand, don't tell the tax man) so I can't really say no. Plus, I feel like I owe it to them. Whenever I've been without a job my mum's found something for me, and I need to at least try to give something back.
In other news, my libido is starting to rise again, but I really don't want to go back to my slaggy ways. I keep remembering what it's like to have sex with someone you're in love with. I miss that.
Ex-boyfriend tally: out of 4, 1 married, 1 living with girlfriend, 1 moving in with girlfriend next week.
I can't believe he's fucking married. The bastard.
My mum runs a workshop for people with mental illnesses, and it's closing down after 22 years in business because they just don't have enough money anymore. So now people who've been coming here for a massive portion of their lives have to either find somewhere new to go - and trust me, there is nowhere like this place - or just stay at home instead. It sucks.
Meanwhile, there are still orders to get out, so I've been recruited to work there in the factory for the next few days. I've done this before and I know what it entails, but the job I've been put onto is mind numbing. But I'm getting paid (cash in hand, don't tell the tax man) so I can't really say no. Plus, I feel like I owe it to them. Whenever I've been without a job my mum's found something for me, and I need to at least try to give something back.
In other news, my libido is starting to rise again, but I really don't want to go back to my slaggy ways. I keep remembering what it's like to have sex with someone you're in love with. I miss that.
Ex-boyfriend tally: out of 4, 1 married, 1 living with girlfriend, 1 moving in with girlfriend next week.
I can't believe he's fucking married. The bastard.
Wednesday 19 March 2008
Well.
I guess the aforementioned booty buddy (should that be capitalised? I think so) might be feeling the same as me. He texted me last night at about 1a.m. all "what you been up to?" I waited an hour and sent back a generic message. And then, nothing.
I know he goes out every Tuesday night, and when he's out and drunk he always tries to get me to invite him over. So I can only conclude that he met and subsequently got off with some other girl. Which is fine, because 1) we're not exclusive in our sexy time, 2) I'm permanently not in the mood at the moment and 3) I'm at my parents' house this week so it wouldn't have been on the menu anyway. But then a teeny weeny part of me thinks, what if I suddenly get my libido back and am desperate for a shag, and he refuses to come round? What am I going to do then? Go out and find someone else to drag home? Sleep with one of the "like a brother" guys that are hanging around? I don't think so.
The ridiculous, romantic, Notebook watching, too-much-chick-lit-in-childhood part of me thinks that maybe I'm going through this period of celibacy and not wanting one night stands because The Next Big Relationship is just around the corner and I'm getting myself ready. And then I realise that that's bullshit, because what makes me think that I'm a good enough person to deserve something nice like that to happen? Dream on.
What a shame.
I know he goes out every Tuesday night, and when he's out and drunk he always tries to get me to invite him over. So I can only conclude that he met and subsequently got off with some other girl. Which is fine, because 1) we're not exclusive in our sexy time, 2) I'm permanently not in the mood at the moment and 3) I'm at my parents' house this week so it wouldn't have been on the menu anyway. But then a teeny weeny part of me thinks, what if I suddenly get my libido back and am desperate for a shag, and he refuses to come round? What am I going to do then? Go out and find someone else to drag home? Sleep with one of the "like a brother" guys that are hanging around? I don't think so.
The ridiculous, romantic, Notebook watching, too-much-chick-lit-in-childhood part of me thinks that maybe I'm going through this period of celibacy and not wanting one night stands because The Next Big Relationship is just around the corner and I'm getting myself ready. And then I realise that that's bullshit, because what makes me think that I'm a good enough person to deserve something nice like that to happen? Dream on.
What a shame.
Tuesday 18 March 2008
I don't miss the sex.
I realised the other day - I genuinely don't miss it. I thought by now, after six weeks, I'd be squirming and antsy and desperate to give my booty buddy a call. But no. I haven't stopped giving myself a treat every now and then, but to be honest the thought of having to de-fuzz myself and get dressed up and act all sexy and contort myself into different positions while some guy tries and fails to start my car...I just can't be bothered (to clarify, in the past that was my idea of a perfect Saturday night). These days I'd rather have my bed to myself and get a decent night's sleep.
Can't decide if I'm getting old, or if I'm finally growing up.
Can't decide if I'm getting old, or if I'm finally growing up.
Tuesday 11 March 2008
Oh, this sucks.
I'm having a spell of attracting people who I'm not attracted to in return. This happens every so often, and it feels good on one hand (the incredibly shallow hand, admittedly) but on the other hand, it sucks. I like both these guys as friends, and I enjoy hanging out with them, so how do I tell them I'm not interested in anything more without making the situation permanently weird?
And also, where are all the suitable men? Do you know how long it's been since I was with someone who I felt "The Click" with? Coming up for 3 FREAKING YEARS. I mean, that's not normal is it. Okay, I met a guy who I definitely clicked with about a year ago, but then he buggered off to Morocco and met someone else before we had time to develop it and I haven't seen him since, so that doesn't really count. And even if it did, it's still been a year since then.
God I miss The Click.
And also, where are all the suitable men? Do you know how long it's been since I was with someone who I felt "The Click" with? Coming up for 3 FREAKING YEARS. I mean, that's not normal is it. Okay, I met a guy who I definitely clicked with about a year ago, but then he buggered off to Morocco and met someone else before we had time to develop it and I haven't seen him since, so that doesn't really count. And even if it did, it's still been a year since then.
God I miss The Click.
Saturday 8 March 2008
Arsehole.
Hello, Ex In Australia Who I Haven't Seen Since 2004.
Yes, I still have a soft spot for you. And you know that. So why do you think it's fair to start texting me, asking if I remember all the "good times" we had together? Obviously I remember them, you fucked me to within an inch of my life and you know it. Then you start pestering me to send you a photo. We already did that, remember? If you've thrown them out, that's your problem.
Oh, I'm sorry, what's that? You're at your own bachelor party?
Fuck you. You're 32 dude, time to grow the fuck up.
I hope you and She will be very happy together.
Yes, I still have a soft spot for you. And you know that. So why do you think it's fair to start texting me, asking if I remember all the "good times" we had together? Obviously I remember them, you fucked me to within an inch of my life and you know it. Then you start pestering me to send you a photo. We already did that, remember? If you've thrown them out, that's your problem.
Oh, I'm sorry, what's that? You're at your own bachelor party?
Fuck you. You're 32 dude, time to grow the fuck up.
I hope you and She will be very happy together.
Thursday 6 March 2008
Wednesday 13 February 2008
No sex in February, woo!
Yep, the abstinence is going well so far. One whole week since the start of Lent, and all I've done is share a bed with a guy. That was last night, actually - we went to the pub quiz and I started talking to this bloke on the team next to us, and the next thing you know I've invited myself back to his house. I've got to stop drinking during the week. But the point is, I kept my pants on the whole time. Plus I get extra credit for the fact that I haven't actually had sex this month at all, the last time was the 31st Jan.*
So, a week with no sex and no chocolate and I haven't yet cracked up. Maybe this isn't going to be as hard as I thought.
*Yes, I've started writing down who I sleep with and when. It's just good sense.
So, a week with no sex and no chocolate and I haven't yet cracked up. Maybe this isn't going to be as hard as I thought.
*Yes, I've started writing down who I sleep with and when. It's just good sense.
Wednesday 6 February 2008
The things we do for Jesus.
Well, and God too.
Today's Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, which if you're Catholic means fasting as much as poss, and if you have to eat, then definitely no meat allowed. I had scrambled eggs with mushrooms and cheese at about 7 p.m., 3 hours ago, and I'm now staaaarving. All I can think about is a big meat-filled Subway sandwich. Plus I've given up chocolate - also for Lent, not just for fun - and right now I'd kill for a Mars bar or some M&Ms (non-peanut, I don't agree with nuts in chocolate). But I don't want to burn in hell, so I must resist.
Church was pretty good today, apart from as usual forgetting if you're supposed to say "amen" when the priest daubs the ashes on your head. I haven't been since Christmas but I think I'm going to get back into it regularly, as much as it feels like a chore sometimes (particularly when hung over) I always come out feeling...sort of refreshed, I suppose. Like I've got a clean slate for the week and maybe this'll be the week I don't fuck things up in one way or another.
Obviously I'm not the perfect Catholic (premarital sex complete with birth control, oh yeah, and that abortion that one time) but I'd like to think I'm going to heaven. I'm ultimately a good person, I want everyone to be happy and try to do things to help that, and I've never screwed someone over REALLY badly. Points for that, surely. Plus I'm giving up sex for Lent, so that should bump me up a few places on St Peter's list. If I manage it, that is. But I'm pretty determined. Just in case, though, I pledge here and now that every time I have sex, I will donate £10 to Cancer Research. And I'm skint, so you know this is serious.
Today's Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, which if you're Catholic means fasting as much as poss, and if you have to eat, then definitely no meat allowed. I had scrambled eggs with mushrooms and cheese at about 7 p.m., 3 hours ago, and I'm now staaaarving. All I can think about is a big meat-filled Subway sandwich. Plus I've given up chocolate - also for Lent, not just for fun - and right now I'd kill for a Mars bar or some M&Ms (non-peanut, I don't agree with nuts in chocolate). But I don't want to burn in hell, so I must resist.
Church was pretty good today, apart from as usual forgetting if you're supposed to say "amen" when the priest daubs the ashes on your head. I haven't been since Christmas but I think I'm going to get back into it regularly, as much as it feels like a chore sometimes (particularly when hung over) I always come out feeling...sort of refreshed, I suppose. Like I've got a clean slate for the week and maybe this'll be the week I don't fuck things up in one way or another.
Obviously I'm not the perfect Catholic (premarital sex complete with birth control, oh yeah, and that abortion that one time) but I'd like to think I'm going to heaven. I'm ultimately a good person, I want everyone to be happy and try to do things to help that, and I've never screwed someone over REALLY badly. Points for that, surely. Plus I'm giving up sex for Lent, so that should bump me up a few places on St Peter's list. If I manage it, that is. But I'm pretty determined. Just in case, though, I pledge here and now that every time I have sex, I will donate £10 to Cancer Research. And I'm skint, so you know this is serious.
Tuesday 8 January 2008
So much for celibacy.
On Sunday I took some stuff back to the flat in Manchester, ready for moving back in after the Christmas hols. I was spending the night there because my sort-of fuck buddy was supposed to come round, but by midnight there was neither sight nor sound of him. And so I had a couple of drinks to calm my iritation. Vodka. I'm beginning to realise vodka makes me completely uninhibited. And horny.
So I find myself Facebook flirting with this guy I sort of know - friend of a friend, I met him at a party last month when I was still seeing the last guy, and we got on well and had a laugh. It's midnight, I thought I was going to get laid and hadn't, so I thought fuck it and asked him if he wanted to come round.
He did, complete with a bottle of Southern Comfort.
We spent a couple of hours talking and laughing, and then of course we slept together. He spent the night, it wasn't awkward in the morning - all very civil. He's a really nice guy, plus he had a hairy chest. Been a while since I've seen one of those. But there was no real heat, no desire - I just wanted to get laid and he was willing, simple as that.
So I've gone back on my no casual sex resolution already. But I feel good about it - he's not a complete stranger and we did actually have a conversation before getting down to it. Besides, I'm just not the celibate type.
So I find myself Facebook flirting with this guy I sort of know - friend of a friend, I met him at a party last month when I was still seeing the last guy, and we got on well and had a laugh. It's midnight, I thought I was going to get laid and hadn't, so I thought fuck it and asked him if he wanted to come round.
He did, complete with a bottle of Southern Comfort.
We spent a couple of hours talking and laughing, and then of course we slept together. He spent the night, it wasn't awkward in the morning - all very civil. He's a really nice guy, plus he had a hairy chest. Been a while since I've seen one of those. But there was no real heat, no desire - I just wanted to get laid and he was willing, simple as that.
So I've gone back on my no casual sex resolution already. But I feel good about it - he's not a complete stranger and we did actually have a conversation before getting down to it. Besides, I'm just not the celibate type.
Friday 4 January 2008
New Years Eve was awesome!
We spent midnight in a car in Manchester town centre, looking for a parking space so we could go to this bar. But it was the best NYE I've had in years. I was with my cousins, my best friends, laughing my head off. I couldn't have asked for more.
AND, so far in 2008 I haven't had sex. Which means I haven't slept with anyone inappropriate, yay! This bodes well for my new year's resolution, which is: stop shagging around. Unless the guy's really hot.
AND, so far in 2008 I haven't had sex. Which means I haven't slept with anyone inappropriate, yay! This bodes well for my new year's resolution, which is: stop shagging around. Unless the guy's really hot.
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