Well I've finally managed to wake up my little brainy-poos enough to post an entry.
But first let's get something out of the way, shall we?
Happy new year! Any resolutions?! I've decided to eat less and EXercise moooore! Only to change my mind next week when the sandwich man brings cream cakes into work and I simply can't help myself - oh, I'm SUCH a Bridget Jones! I'll get up on time every morning, never call in sick and make sure I paint my toe nails everyday! And then there's finding true love and someone who'll put up with me long enough to consider a life of confinement and unhappiness in a pointless, sexless marriage!
There. Most women I've heard speak in the last week have said something to that effect. Perhaps not in so many words, but that's what they meant. I'm just clarifying the bits they forgot to say for you all to see. Aren't I generous? Bridget Jones though. I don't get it, I just DON'T get it. To me, she is a shallow basket-case who seems to do nothing but waste brain cells and time.
I am insulting today, aren't I? Oh well, can't be Miss. Blue Sky every day I suppose. I have nothing of significance to say at the moment so nothing I type is going to pertain to relevence or probably even logic.
Today i am pondering the difference in sex. Making love sex and just a good old bonk sex. When does a fuck-buddy become a lover? When you sit and cuddle afterwards? When you kiss passionately as well as simple shaggery? Or is it merely whether you have romantic feelings there or not? When you have sex with someone you don't love, do you do the same things to them you would if you loved them? Surely there's more of an intimacy with real lovers. Hmm.
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