Sunday, May 29, 2011

I've been turned into a cow. Can I go home?

The title of this post is completely irrelevant unless you take in the fact that it sometimes comes up in conversations, much like what I am about to delve into. I don't know what shift in the universe causes it, but there are moments in my life where I enter the realm of giddy girliness and I end up thinking pink is the cutest, Justin Bieber is like so totally adorable and OMG I would LUV for a boy to text me!!! ;) (take notice of the multiple exclamation points and smiley face. I hate that.)You may have noticed. It is so uncharacteristic for me to be dependant on another person for my personal happiness and yet here I sit silently praying that some hottie mchotpants from whoknowswhereland will shoot me a text. I know I am getting desperate when I don't care who it is. So help me.
I don't consider myself someone that clings hopelessly to the idea of Prince Charming and although Zac Efron makes me dizzy I fully understand that he is a product of Hollywood endorsement, I do admit that I do dream of a happily ever after with a special someone that is tall, dark, and handsome. My own life has been carefully sheltered from everything in relation with love. Maybe I am afraid of commitment, maybe I am afraid of BOYS. It's really not important. You see, I live vicariously through others and that is fine with me, but sometimes my dreams and reality cross dimensions and I find myself in a state of hopeless romance and longing for someone of the male variety. Someone grab the ice cream and chickflicks; this can't be good.

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