Seems I owe some people a lap dance… You’ll have to settle for a pole, at least until I can get you all properly liquored up. Then it’s lap dance and body shot time! *insert dancing banana here*
Jim, the force is strong with you.
I actually saw gold bikini’s for sale at the mall last week. They were hanging up with metallic magenta bikinis. I was in a department store. I mean, for the love of… I just do not understand anyone who would willingly buy one of those and wear it to the beach. Costumes? Sure! Sexual fantasy fulfillment? I’m all in. Everything else? Pass.
…. A blogger road trip? FUCK TO THE YEA. We would need someone with good map reading skillz, shot glasses, preferably someone with, or who can drive an RV, fishing poles, a stripper pole, lots of advil, passports (Canada, just in case duh), and a map of any and all available liquor stores in the USofA. Get a move on people, start pooling your resources.
…food. I’m freakin hungry. And I want to read Breaking Dawn. Badly.
…how I will be going to a family BBQ on Sunday, and every single person will ask me where he is, how he’s doing, just like my mom did last night. I couldn’t bare to tell her the truth and I don’t know if I will be able to tell the family either. Not yet. Not for my reasons.
… how much I hate to feel weak. Like I fucked up another relationship, when I know it really wasn’t my fault. Sure, I can spin it so that he looks bad, but part of me knows that he doesn’t deserve to be disrespected like that. My family wont push me or judge me, but they will talk about me when I leave. That’s just the way we roll. Dysfunctional, remember?
…how I feel a little bit sad right about now.
… how now, I don’t feel so sad because my heart is smiling again. Froggies do that, dontcha know? Especially when one becomes a prince.
…the right way to end this post.