This has been an absolute manic week for me, which explains my late blogging entry. Plus, I haven't quite been my 100% self either, so forgive me my loyal readers.
Life was so much simpler when I was a kid. Or even just a teenager. You'd get up, get to school, get good grades, meet friends once a week and be home by 9pm, and repeat. There couldn't be a simpler lifestyle than that of the growing teenager. Plus, you don't have all these complications involving men. Growing up, men were just a figment of my hyperactive imagination - I never really put any thought into actually dating
one of them when I grew up. I just assumed that the first guy I met would be the right guy for me, and even if he wasn't I'd find someone else quite easily. Heck, I used to buy the Zest Lemon
soap in the hopes that if I scrubbed hard enough, the hot naked guy in the TV adverts would pop out of my sponge.
was talking about how annoying it is to have a crush on a straight guy. Tell me about it - I'm still trying to get over Baan
. But seriously, I think this is just nature's way of getting back at us cute, single, successful gay guys - by dangling all these cute men in front of us, like some sort of twisted forbidden-fruit scenario. Today evening I saw the cutest
guy in a mall food court, and I wanted to jump him and dry hump him till kingdom come.
You know how we try our best to avoid the things that remind us of our exes? Well this week on the radio I heard a song that I used to share with an ex, and believe it or not, I had to go to the bathroom and blubber like a baby for two whole minutes. Sometimes I wonder why I take this 'single' thing so hard on myself. Probably because I'm surrounded by all the supposedly happy straight couples, and that just pisses me off some more. Of course, seeing Britney divorce has put a small smile on my face. I can almost hear what my mum would say - "Divorce? So sad, no?"
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