Just a girl

So, some have been wondering where I've been and what I've been doing to cause my friendships to show signs of neglect. I know, they are starting to look remarkably like dirty gutter urchins. However, I can't really say exactly. Probably smiling to myself or writing some flowery poetry or listening to newly relevent love songs or whatever gay things people in my condition do.

Condition?

Yes, condition. Apperently, This Girl is loved by her guy. And shocker above all shockers, I truely love him back.

I will pause now while you so-called friends recover from that. Pick up your jaw from the floor, de-widen those eyes, start breathing again. And cancel those tickets for skiing in hell. Bastards.

Hell is still quite hot and This Girl is capable of falling in love. I was beginning tothink that it wasn't possible either. So there you go, the reason I have kinda pulled a houdini is that I've been doing the girl thing of playing with my guy exclusively.

I hate that. I hate when my friends do it and I hate that I've been doing it. It will stop soon, I'm sure the appeal of each other has to wear thin eventually. Well, maybe not. I hope not. Either way, calls will go out soon as I'm writing it down on a list as I type this. Because lists make things get done.


This Girl + Sushi = This Girl on a milk carton