It's funny isn't it? How one day you can be ready to strangle your significant other, yet just a few days later be blinded with affection and love. I think it's official, for all my worldly wisdom, I'll never understand the dynamics of relationships. You know though, after having casually dated a few guys here and there that were great guys, but just not that interesting (in the grand scheme of things) I find myself happy to be with someone who matters enough to me, that when we get upset at each other- it's as equally passionate as the times we're in total sync. I dunno what's gotten in to me these days.. haha... heads in the clouds that's fer sure.
Well.. .now you know my secret, at the end of the day... for all my bravado... I'm an average girl who likes the finer things in life... they love of a good man, the dog who muscles his way into bed and steals the covers, the house that's so chilly at night that I find myself waiting for the Eskimo's to move in.... the unorganized chaos of my job... .. the loony toon friends that I'd be lost without... oh.. and of course the friends I've made on here.... good grief.. did that sound like a hallmark card to anyone else? I think it's just all the stress of the last couple of months that's finally caught up with and now that even that's starting to settle down, leaving just the dust of battle as it's only clue that any type of upset had even occured...... I'm getting a moment to appriciate the little things that make the days go by with a little more joy in them... don't expect it too last. I'll be back to wailing on punching bags, drunk as a skunk an callin' you all fuckers before you know it. haha.. till then- lots and lots of hugs...
awww.. ain't she sweet.
And now... the last word (as always) comes from my good ol pal, Lenore....
Well.. .now you know my secret, at the end of the day... for all my bravado... I'm an average girl who likes the finer things in life... they love of a good man, the dog who muscles his way into bed and steals the covers, the house that's so chilly at night that I find myself waiting for the Eskimo's to move in.... the unorganized chaos of my job... .. the loony toon friends that I'd be lost without... oh.. and of course the friends I've made on here.... good grief.. did that sound like a hallmark card to anyone else? I think it's just all the stress of the last couple of months that's finally caught up with and now that even that's starting to settle down, leaving just the dust of battle as it's only clue that any type of upset had even occured...... I'm getting a moment to appriciate the little things that make the days go by with a little more joy in them... don't expect it too last. I'll be back to wailing on punching bags, drunk as a skunk an callin' you all fuckers before you know it. haha.. till then- lots and lots of hugs...
awww.. ain't she sweet.
And now... the last word (as always) comes from my good ol pal, Lenore....

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Just teasing!!
and of course Xerxes... Lenore is second best to your adorable-ness