Writing in this blog as though my eyes are the only ones to roll after reading my entries. This writing-without-consideration is good for the humility department. (There's restructuring of the sacred temple of being Sonya -- yes, a new department! Your services are welcome, humility.)
I think that when a person checks a certain website compulsively, grows irritable with each passing minute that the projected image of one's heart does not e-mail nor acknowledge the existence of me - I mean a person -- and then dances with identified feeling in front of a mirror to Backstreet's "Quit Playin' Games With my Heart" -- that I have temporarily allowed myself to waste my imagination on fruitless wonderings. I mean, a person has. And so, I submit for thoughtful consideration, to a person who is engaging in such behaviour unfit for one of noble rank and self-respect and interest in cool things, to go to work on activities that create the goods. So, off I go. =D
"Your kiss feels like a half-opened door" - gotta love that 80s hurtin' love song.
PS If you read this and roll your eyes, I knowwwwwwww. I'm half-joking. I just added this PS line to please you. And by adding this line, I have given attention to external approval-seeking. Yet by adding the sentence before this one, my conscious mind is okay with that.
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