You have to be less obvious when you connive with a guy whose brainpower rivals that of a deranged chipmunk. Seriously. I mean c'mon! Did you actually think that I won't see through this pathetic little ploy of yours? Girl, puhlease! Between the two of you, you probably add up to 1/16th of my IQ and I'm being generous here.
Give it up already. Christ in a crutch. If you want him so much, he's YOURS. I mean, hey, if it doesn't bother you that you can't EVER wear heels when you're with him... that's your choice. Personally, I love my stilettos way too much to give them up.
Note:
I realize that I'm coming off as a bit deranged too, what with all the cryptic raving I'm doing but, you see, unfortunately, this blog has its share of psychotic readers.... some of them even claim to be friends. Some of them actually believe that I believe them. Riiiight. Anyway, I apologize for the occasional whacked post. They'll be fewer and further in between soon enough.
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