a staggaring admission...
ok, so as i'm sitting here thinking about writing this blog i am seriously thinking about NOT writing this blog. all of which might be insanely obvious from the title that i've so eloquently (or stupidly...) chosen for this post.
in fact, the more i write about not wanting to write about the subject that was my original intent, the more i am able to talk myself out of the admission.
does any of that make sense?
does it really matter, in the whole scheme of things?
i wonder how long i can continue to spew bullshit and write about absolutely nothing to get me out of admitting anything. i'm sure we could devise some sort of scientific experiment about it and come up with a pretty good estimate. /sigh, more stalling
here goes (/stomach turns... /breathing is shallow... it is an admission you know)
i, al, am in like.
hold back your gasps of surprise and astonishment!
it's possible that i can admit this to you, dear readers. AND, if you'll be so kind as to remember back to one of my posts written near the beginning of the year, i met this guy via internet dating. /gasps! /clutches chest /regains composure to finish writing
and to think that i thought internet dating was all a fluke. but it kindof is because all of the guys in this area (NM) who responded to me were NOT anything special. or really anything at all. no sir, instead the NM guys were impressed that a girl likes to put down a few beers and do something other than paste on clothing that is 6 sizes too small and try to make up for their obesity by applying a whole freaking tube of mascara per day.
instead, i meet a great guy (i hope you're smiling about this t.) who lives in the vicinity of denver. who'da thunk it? not me and you can quote me on that.
but i'm not going to complain because i happen to be in like with said guy and am of the opinion that living 5 hours apart is a good thing. more talk, still maintain enough alone time (for both al and el gato), and such.
so there it is! i've admitted it (no calls please) and will deal with whatever consequences occur from it. hopefully it at least gets t. to purchase me a beer or two. i think that's a good compromise, don't you?
in fact, the more i write about not wanting to write about the subject that was my original intent, the more i am able to talk myself out of the admission.
does any of that make sense?
does it really matter, in the whole scheme of things?
i wonder how long i can continue to spew bullshit and write about absolutely nothing to get me out of admitting anything. i'm sure we could devise some sort of scientific experiment about it and come up with a pretty good estimate. /sigh, more stalling
here goes (/stomach turns... /breathing is shallow... it is an admission you know)
i, al, am in like.
hold back your gasps of surprise and astonishment!
it's possible that i can admit this to you, dear readers. AND, if you'll be so kind as to remember back to one of my posts written near the beginning of the year, i met this guy via internet dating. /gasps! /clutches chest /regains composure to finish writing
and to think that i thought internet dating was all a fluke. but it kindof is because all of the guys in this area (NM) who responded to me were NOT anything special. or really anything at all. no sir, instead the NM guys were impressed that a girl likes to put down a few beers and do something other than paste on clothing that is 6 sizes too small and try to make up for their obesity by applying a whole freaking tube of mascara per day.
instead, i meet a great guy (i hope you're smiling about this t.) who lives in the vicinity of denver. who'da thunk it? not me and you can quote me on that.
but i'm not going to complain because i happen to be in like with said guy and am of the opinion that living 5 hours apart is a good thing. more talk, still maintain enough alone time (for both al and el gato), and such.
so there it is! i've admitted it (no calls please) and will deal with whatever consequences occur from it. hopefully it at least gets t. to purchase me a beer or two. i think that's a good compromise, don't you?
eloquently composed by Al at 10:46 PM
5 Comments:
no comment... LOL
i hope t doesn't mind that you cannot spell at all.
staggaring? mmm hmmm....
Wow... I wonder what the entry will look like if you find out you're in love!
living 5 hours apart is a good thing??
wtf is wrong with you LOL?
And WTF does that have to do with you blogging? You think we don't need to know all about your love life?? I DON'T THINK SOOOOOO!!
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