People that are over things, go to Geelong.
Might I just tell you that I'm going to Geelong tonight? DON'T ask me why, just run with it.
Because what else does a girl do on a Saturday night?
I have thousand little angry red bites on my legs (mosquitos??), and a thousand little angry red pimples on my face (Ok, I'm exaggerating), and I've just decided that I'd like to have a crush on someone.
Not a boyfriend, not a relationship, just a crush. For it's been TWO weeks now since I've been dumped, and really, I'm fucking over it.
Sure, I check my moblie 75 thousand times a day to see if he's text me (he hasn't), sure, I check my MSN every day to see if he's deletd me (he hasn't), and sure I think him all the time (he doesn't think about me I'M BETTING), but I'm over it.
OVER IT.
And people that are over things, go to Geelong.
Fare thee well, my pretties.
1 comment:
For a nice safe celluloid crush get thee to a cinema and watch 300. Two hours of buff warrior men wearing naught but red cloaks, FM boots and itty leather loincloths.
I fell for our David Wenham all over again due to that movie.
Sigh.
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