My Grandmother has a bigger ballsack than you…
Dear Boy-In-My-Life-Who’s-Taking-My-Time-And-Yet-Not-Getting-Me-Anywhere,
Why are you dilly-dallying? There’s something wrong with the fact that you impose your overly confident, self-righteous, dirty-smirking self on me and yet still you expect me to ask you out? What’s your issue? And when I do, you act like you have no idea what I’m talking about. Now I understand that I may have overstepped my boundaries by asking you out, because maybe you’re trying to see how long you can string me on before I get antsy. Well guess what…..I’M ANTSY! See what kind of position you put me in? Here I am, watching Sex and the City, drinking my cold coffee, eating dark chocolate from Ikea and blogging about how you can’t man up and ask me out! GOD! Why are you even texting me at this hour? Bastard.
