Somehow, the idea of complete organization tires me. The mere thought of intense planning and following strictly to the rules and lines and laws and everything else. Ergh. To live and lead the rest of my life according to something already preordained. A tad bit boring ain't it?
I'll open up my social calendar to coffee and gatherings. An old friend plans to catch up with lost time sometime this week and it'll be good, to mend broken/burnt bridges that were forced to blaze thanks to some series of events.
I'd like to dream of Spartans. I think Romanians are kinda hot, if not, cute. I will stop fangirling and swooning over David Wenham (yes, I found his name and OMG, maybe I'll watch LoTR again). You have to admit, even for a guy who's 20 years my senior, he is seriously dashing. It's not the startling and outrageously in-your-face kinda good looks. Subtle, suave and makes you wonder whether he's a boy, a man or something in between.
Though from the looks of 300, he definitely isn't a boy.
Alright. 15 minutes to get ready and leave. Hooked to The Poet by Michael Connely. I should go back to reading chiclit really soon. Hanging out with guys all the time (which makes me wonder, where have all my girlfriends gone?) kinda rubs some of their male masculine (idiotic and lame) off you.
But then again, do I really care about that? Naw.
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