Confessions of a Shopaholic
Am I the only one who shops online and then immediately forgets what they ordered? Is this a problem that perhaps I should be seeking help for?
Am I the only one who shops online and then immediately forgets what they ordered? Is this a problem that perhaps I should be seeking help for?
Have I turned into a cold hearted sociopath? I’m pretty sure I took a Facebook quiz once that warned me of that very thing. Is no longer having a single fuck to give a real thing? I am starting to think that I’ve reached my threshold of crap and I may actually be dead inside.
He was my best kept secret for nearly a year. It was good, I liked that no one knew that he was part of my life. We got to know each other and hung out without all of the usual drama that goes along with other people knowing your business.
I did however celebrate Valentine’s Day once and it wasn’t that bad. It all started with what was supposed to be a one night stand, don’t judge me we all do it, the guy was shall we say a “gift from a friend” on an evening when I was in particular need of male companionship. My bestie knew someone who was single and thought we’d hit it off so he set it up and well the one night stand turned into something more serious for a bit and we happened to be together on Valentine’s Day.
I know he has flaws (who doesn’t? If I were clothing I’d forever be on the “As is” rack).
Most people just throw the word around like candy and often use love interchangeably with lust and the meaning of the word has really gotten lost somewhere in translation.
Most of the time people will say it because they think they should, they’ll say it because they think someone wants to hear it but do they ever really mean it?
I have many issues, I don’t trust easily and it can take me months before I’ll let my guard down even a little. Like pretty much anyone else in the world who has ever been on a date I’ve been hurt, I’ve been used and I’ve been let down.
I apparently have a “type”. Not that I’m saying all men are the same but the ones I meet kind of are.