my blog sucks. i know.

first of all, i know my blog is NOT the most entertaining thing in the world. i mean, i'm not a teen mom, i'm not on drugs, i don't go out every weekend and get totally smashed, and heaven forbid i don't even have a BOYFRIEND.---as if i'm sad about that last one...................ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY............
movin' right along, i've been hanging around alot of different guys and even different types of guys lately, and to be real, i'm starting to get a little sick of find my perfect guy...

...i already lost him.
and while we're on the subject, that one guy....the one i wrote the story about...the one who had my heart...the one i haven't completely gotten over--shut up, i know i'm pathetic...the one who will always be my perfect guy until someone else comes along and sweeps me off my feet...well...i miss him. there. i said it. the tree carved in my backyard still looks the way it did when i was head over heels, and to be honest, still makes me smile whenever i see it.

what's with girls putting their hand on a guys chest when they take a picture?? is it like some sort of possession thing, or like, "hey, look at me! i get to touch him and you don't! take a picture!" k well......i realized that i'm a victim of this epidemic.

exibit a....

alright, well, now i'm just rambling because i lost my voice completely and literally cannot talk. i was horrified when i opened my mouth to speak this morning.
anyway, that's it.