The End.

Hey Blog.
I'm sorry for being annoying and spamming you twice in one day. But it's been a fabulous one, and now that it's come to an end, I'd like to open up a bit more. Turns out, a pound of bacon and a pan of brownies will do that to a girl.

I spent three years with one guy; dreamed of marrying him. We didn't break up horrendously. We still loved each other, but we so weren't on the same page. I know that in the long run, it was for the best. But some days, even though I'm not ridiculously head-over-heels in love with him anymore, I regret alot of things about our breakup and how it went down. For example, we talked about almost nothing - not our issues, or what bothered us. It was very... straight to the point, we're not working; change of Facebook relationship status. Done.
Now, I try very hard to surpress my inner Mennonite. I've mentioned I don't need to settle down, get married, and pop out a million babies instantly. But tonight, like many other nights, waiting for the right guy seems impossible. I just want a little affection. I want a hug, a cuddle, a kiss on the head. I want to fall asleep next to a warm boy (no sex, thanks, just a lovely cuddle and sleep). -sigh- I want a little love, Blog.

I know, I know. I have a few very good friends, including Manda ( http://animatedartist.blogspot.com/ ), who sat through six and a half Tim Burton movies with me today. I also have Shelby, who understands my disjointed thought process better than most.

BUT. I'm going to bed for real now. Work and such in the morning. I leave you with a quote from a favourite song, Your Call - Secondhand Serenade.

"And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home."