Ok, I get it.

♥ I got the message you guys. I’ve become on of those girls who doesn’t do anything except write about her guy and the things he says and does. So shoot me.

Except, today I’m choosing to wear my bullet-proof vest. Shoot me all you want, I’m not going down.

I haven’t had the opportunity to write about guys for a long time. In fact, in the 10 years I’ve been on Open Diary, I haven’t had this much to say about a single guy. Men and women have come and gone, but nothing like this. I figure it’s my time- my turn to gush and swoon and melt and write out all the details. I get that it’s boring for a lot of people- had I been the one reading these entries in another diary when I was still man-less, I probably would’ve exited out pretty quick too. Gag me! Another lucky bitch writes about how she struck gold. Great.

This is new for me. At almost 30 years old, this fluttery relationship crap is all new and exciting and grown-up. It’s unlike anything I’ve had in the past. The sex.. oh my GOD, the sex is unreal- but the conversations are equally thrilling and overwhelmingly steamy. I’m falling for this guy- hard. 

♥ I’m still broke. Work is still going no where and jobs are hard to find. Someone offered to pay me $1000 to sleep with him last night and I’ll be totally honest with you- had I not been involved with Ed, there would have been some serious consideration there. I’m not going to lie, I’m still thinking about it, should things with Ed go in the shitter.

♥ Tomorrow is Halloween. I actually have a great costume, but no where to go. I’m most likely going to end up sitting at home in my room, waiting for the trick-or-treaters we NEVER get and eating rockets. 

♥ You can’t make this shit up.