I've been tip-toeing around my center all winter. I've been tempting and taunting my confidence by walking around in my underwear. My best friend has went to Spain, she has fallen in love, which is something she does often, and I am just trying to entertain myself until she needs me again. Myself and Me have been in cahoots trying to turn I into our ideal Us. Myself is always saying that I needs a little more charisma and Me is always pushing for a more post-modern act and then Myself always tells Me "you don't even know what that means" to which Me replies "well of course not, but it will make all of the right boys fall in love with Us."
THIS BLOG IS CALLED GARBAGE FOR A REASON.