Yeah, well, Mom disapeared to north Germany to find out more about geographical aspects of the wide and cruel coastline ... tats why I haven't been online.
Chris is still missing, still no word from him. Bloody men always have to be so stubborn??? Only makes me sad. Its silly as well. Like I can't make mistakes because i won't be able to put it right.
I am dating a american race car driver & engeneer. Well, possibly dating is said too much- I haven't seen him i ages. Hes real nice and sweet and he ikes me which is always a plus. Name is Bart. He's great and everyone who says he's not will get his or her arse kicked.
As well I went to the hairdresser and look like a fucking ferret now. I got rather short (as in shoulder-long) hair and bits of hair in and on my forehead. yah. I cried when I got home. As well its really dark now, though I looooove the color!!! Um yeah. Solving my everlasting bad hair day involves a hairband or two and load of hairspray to stop the hair from falling into my eyes making me look like a fucking idiot. I can live with that though. Hair grows. Chris's don't. Thats a problem that needs to be solved.
So Chris: If, at all you are reading this by any chance... come on, do something, I thought long and hard and came up with about a million ways to appologise propperly. Preferably with cooking you a nice dinner, give you the promised backrub and some ot chocolate... just SOMETHING. After that you can disappear or whatever... I'd just like to get it out of the way. And yes I am trying to get rid of my bad concious and YES i want to be friends again and YES HELL YES that is how I am and I'd just be nice to have you back. And get to know you.
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