Ouch!
Goodness me. Something unexpected happened. I met a boy I really like and I think I hurt my heart. It's certainly quite sore. Like, if my heart had a tailbone it would totally need to sit on one of those super-soft cushions for a few weeks.
But this is my heart we're talking about and all the padding in the world won't help, so I'll just play it some Louis Armstrong records until it feels better.
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Remember what I always say to thee - 'in the immortal words of Gloria Gaynor I will survive' although I'm less hopeful for your arse.
xxxx
I hope they catch the bastard that did this!
when they find him I'll do the ceremonial testicular removal and shredding.....
No you won't! It's me who hurt my own heart. Mostly.
Anyway, I think psychological emasculation is so much more satisfying...
But, you know, thanks for the offer.
*pout*
Yuck. I hope the turkey and trimmings distract.
CB x
i am just off out the door to go down to the village and meet with the local withc doctor...any chance you could swing me some toenail clippings or some hair or stuff?
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