So apparently your favorite girl scout cookie tells a lot about your personality. (see http://www.shine.yahoo.com/channel/food/what-does-your-favorite-girl-scout-cookie-say-about-you-1086262/;_ylt=ArZZKtaKedQZ) (longest link EVER) Anywho, I am a hardcore Tagalong addict. I can eat an entire box without shame, or breathing... The little blurb says "Like the chocolate-peanut butter of the Tagalong, you have an intriguing duality. One side of you is smooth, relaxed, and easygoing, while you also have a dark side, one that likes to ponder life's deeper meanings and philosophical quagmires. You snap out of it quickly, though, especially when cookies are present." Philosophical quagmire. Yes. I am in one. Sort of. If not philosophical, it's still a quagmire. A rather messy quagmire. MAG STILL won't let up. I can't decide which is worse: stop worrying about it and let him retain some shred of hope that he will ever be that someone special for me, meanwhile putting up with his antics; or break the poor guy's heart into a jillion pieces. What's worse, false hope or heartbreak? M. Chevalier says "breaking hearts is a dark business, and sometimes you have to do your own dirty work." I hate that he's right. And I hate that I don't understand Chevalier. I can't decide if he's the good guy or the evil twin. Maybe he's both. I think I'm the evil twin today. I don't want to be the one Cookie calls when she is pissed at the world. Right now my balance is precarious enough without her influence. No I don't want to go to the belly dancing festival. And stop saying the F word, Cookie. You know it bugs me. DTCG bugs me too. But Strawberry likes him a lot, so I have to be nice. A pedicure would be nice. My toes miss seeing the sun. Heck, I miss seeing the sun. Hawaii is sunny, that sounds good about now. The beautiful Hawaiian tenor, KHK, sounds good too. He's incredible and he doesn't know it. Sweet, gorgeous, talented, smart. So is the Blue Eyed Tenor, TJE. I want to get to know him better. I have no idea how. He seems so shy. I'm pretty sure he's too cool for me anyway. I also slightly love DWB. But I'm pretty sure he's perfect for Jimmie. I am debating setting them up. M. Chevalier is the only guy that has a moniker instead of initials... Other than him only the ladies get nicknames... I'll have to tell him he's special and then make him wonder why. I have new "goal pants". REI sizes a little small. Which sucks. Speaking of goals I am a March Madness EPIC FAIL. I'm so behind. But I'll keep plugging along. I'm still missing "me". I miss AJB. I need a good bear hug. He was the best at that. I would say that I need a hug on Facebook or something- I would get lots of hugs- but then MAG would probably see that as an invitation to maul me. gag. bad idea. Maybe blogging was a bad idea right now. I might be a little unstable. Oh well. I'll just go to bed. Weird dreams will make me forget the whole feeling of being stuck in a quagmire...
great, cyclical though process...
and thus I do make an end to this ridiculous epistle.
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