Here I am... a mere hours from my 27th birthday (yes, I'm "old". fuck off.). And my biggest worry is NOT if I have any new grey hairs or if I'm starting to get wrinkles... Hell, it's not even if my boobs seem to be droopy (which I don't think they are, thank you very much), rather I am worried I won't have anyone to make out with.
This is so sad.
I mean, sure there are a couple of guys I could call up if I really wanted to. If I was looking to get a little sumthin' sumthin'. Who doesn't? But that's not it. I want a particular guy.
That's right folks. There is someone I have been jonesing for for quite some time. I've denied it for years... kept it secret. But you know what, I'm ready to come clean. Ready to let the world know just who I am just crazy, out of my mind, lusting for ...
Will Ferrell.
Yep. It's him.
I know it's a long shot. And he's married. But a girl's gotta dream. Besides, tomorrow IS my birthday and YOU NEVER KNOW.
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