puresauciness

The progression of time is a bitch. Lately, everytime I write the date, I am reminded of what I was doing this time last year. It forces me to think about what I said I was gonna do but claim i never got a round to it. Like daily new year's resolutions...

completely unrelated

I hate being in limbo. That strange place between really "feelin" someone and being together is so pins and needles. Not that I am in a rush to claim my sweetie...labels tend to make people act odd, like they are portryaing the role of what significant other is supposed to be rather than what they really are. Then the ridiculous arguements and jealousy pop out from no where and the smiles turn to bitterness. All this said, the adventurous and selfish parts of me still want to call her mine. Not that I'll ever say that. I wish I had some balls to borrow.