Undone

So, I’m giddy happy girl. Sure, I admit… I’m the one woman homage to the exorcist (as seen on How to Loose a Guy in 10 Days) But you wanna know what… People still like me that way. And yeah– it may take a while to find a guy who can stand that, but i think it’s worth the wait.

Always late, but worth the wait.

And I found (thanks to my darling brother) a picture of next season’s Angel Promo. Ohhh does it make me melt. People like James Marsters are so friggin’ hot, it’s a wonder they exist. Ohhhh *sighs*

Lets see, what else? Well according to my good friend Marco (ohhh How I adore the Marco…. let me count the ways) He says he agrees with Red, I look better than my old boss (who coincidentally could also be called red… hm.) and that my thighs and butt are excellent. So I’m smily and giddy from that whole smeal. I mean, who couldn’t love being complimented by a guy. Sure, He’s married and what not, but all together… it’s still a stellar compliment.

I enjoy stellar compliments. They’re fun. However amid the upper of that, I stumble across the thought of not being as pretty as some other girls.

that’s like the stab in the back or something. You aren’t expecting the thought to sneak up on you, in fact– you’re planning on feeling damn special for the rest of the day, and whammo! all the sudden you start to feel really cruddy, because you don’t have the looks of some other chick. *grumbles* I hate that. blah. I mean, i don’t expect to look like Angelina Jolie. Hell. That’d take some damn good plastic surgery. I mean, those regular looking but still stunning girls. THey aren’re famous, but you know it’s still a matter of time until they’re discovered. and it makes me want B&J really bad–

but instead i”m going to the school and doing laps…. in the pool… because out of the two, laps’ll get me looking pretty faster…

Derringer Meryl [unless you enjoy the pudgy look] Out