About three months ago I developed the theory that it was possible for me to fall for *any* man. It seemed that way at the time. I'm refining that theory now. This oyster can pearlize anything provided there is a grain there to begin with. No grain of something... no pearl.
I can't force a rational decision on my wayward (and majorly stupid) heart.
Maybe I will never be able to fall for a guy who's into me first. Maybe I need to chase. Who knows. I'm getting a lobotomy, and becoming a nun. Or maybe I'll start drinking a lot more and write novels, and put on five hundred pounds and become a recluse.
I have opinions on things and I like to talk about them.
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Drink more, knit more, read more. Not neccessarily in that order. (Knit, drink, read).
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