So 2008 is over to which I can only say good riddance.
Sometimes I do hate having a uterus for the sheer simple reason that it makes one question and contemplate. And always over analysing EVERYTHING. Testicle-owners are so lucky they're just nonchalant and carefree.
So I met this guy through a friends friend - he is by far the laziest, most obnoxious and arrogant little bastard in the universe...yet we ended up together and have pretty much been texting and calling each other since then. We even had a 4 hour conversation about random crap and his ex gf. Now I'm thinking (and this is where it becomes hmm); does he like me or what?
This is also where I hate facebook. He was tagged earlier in some photos with a girl on his lap! how rude! lol I have to admit I was stung with jealousy (for no good reason as we arent even seeing each other lol) but still... it kinda pulled on the ol' heart strings lol.
Oh and yeah I heard from T. Its amazing how I never realised how sexually orientated he was. I was literally just a fuck-toy to the boy.
AAAHHHH damn it. Why do I always like the wrong kind?
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