****UPDATED: The one without a title
Kids: take note. Being in love hurts.
It causes you to leave ridiculous comments on other people's blogs.
It causes you to bust out the BBQ shapes at 11:30pm on a school night.
Even worse, it causes you to finish off the Mint Chocolate Baileys on a school night.
It makes you stay up until midnight on a school night.
It makes you sent ridiculous text messages to assholes.
It makes you vote in Big Brother evictions. (SMS 199 EVICT with the message 'Krystal'. Please, for my sanity).
It makes you neglect to bring your washing inside in the midst of gale force winds.
It makes you feel like going running at 12am at night.
It causes you to die just a little inside when the person you love...just doesn't love you back.
It makes you write seventy five hundred morose blog posts that make you seem like a shallow, narcissic bore.
At least it's not about trains.
*****UPDATE*****
It also causes you to forget to title your blog posts
7 comments:
Poor Martie.
Please accept this non-condescending "there there".
You know we all less than three you, for what it's worth. <3 xo
It doesn't seem that way at all.
LUVS AGAIN!
What makes a good blog post if it's not shallow and narcissistic? Besides train stories.
I wouldn't know your train fan from Adam, but he sounds like a Charlie Uniform all the same. Remember, the hair of the dog is your friend.
How poxy is being in love? Don't worry, we've all sent text messages to arseholes. In fact, I did it just tonight. I have no self control at all.
Anyhoo, I've been reading this on and off for quite a while now and figured it was high time to stop being a perv and actually introduce myself. I'm Prue...
Hope ya don't mind that I added ya to my blogroll.
Take care!
Prue
Martie, Martie, Martie.
Desci is right, we all less than three you. If now for one second the internet can make a circle around Martie...
Group HugZ! ^_^
Hope you feel better.
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