that's me, giving myself a talking too, Scorcesseeeeeee style.
absolute no to mithering about boys and romance in public on a blog. not unless they're seriously seriously weird and twisted anyways.
now i have to dedicate the rest of the day to finding quirky stuff that's actually remotely interesting to wonder about.
like how come you occasionally walk past a random lone shoe somewhere.
what happened there. did it fall out of a car? Did the owner hop home?
are amputees messing with my head?
could i be less pc?