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Sunday, May 16, 2010, 11:21 AM
At some point during almost every romantic comedy, the female lead suddenly trips and falls, stumbling helplessly over something ridiculous like a leaf, and then some Matthew McConaughey type either whips around the corner just in the nick of time to save her or is clumsily pulled down along with her. That event predictably leads to the magical moment of their first kiss. Please. I fall ALL the time. You know who comes and gets me? The bouncer.
- Chelsea Handler says. I realized that I kinda experienced the same thing happening to Ms Chelsea. Well, the difference is only that I don't have the bouncer that come that gets me. I mean, duh, I don't visit nightclubs (mygod?).
K, have a nice evening blov-vers.
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SYARAFINA. A penultimate Leo. 16, real triple mutliple soon.
I'm a big-time procrastinator. But hey, procrastinators enjoy life more than anyone, because they don’t worry and they still meet the
deadline. I'm weird, I run into things, I spill food, I trip, I scream about random stuff. I obviously don't have it all together.
But I like it that way. I just want to live a life without worries, where I can be me without fear of being judged. I want to let go of the past, live in
the present, and dream of the future. I don’t wish to be everything to everyone, but it would be lovely to be something to someone.
Got a problem with me? Solve it. Think I’m trippin’? Tie my shoes. Can’t stand me? Sit your butt back down. Can’t face me? Turn around. Getting tired of
me? Take a nap.
Blov-vers are as dearly loved as possible -_*
Ps/ Note to self: I think I’ll go anti-love. Really, who needs it? Butterflies in the tummy, heart skipping beats… that can’t be safe.