Not Me

Blogger's Note: This is not me. Trust me, I don't know who wrote this post but it's definitely not me. Has my account been hacked?


As I am typing this, my crush(es) are in front of me and they are making me weak. So here I am pretending to draft an email...

They're both cute-sies and I don't mind being stuck in between these two. One is a total jock with teeth so white that it matches mine, his lips are so pink-ish that they are utterly kissable. I am also loving his blue eyes and he speaks with a distinct but lovely European accent. I could just imagine him whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Oh, he's such a sweetheart. Too bad he's straight. But aren't we all? Sigh.The other one's a twinkie - I think he's English. He's such a puppy and me likes puppies.

Darn it, I can't stop looking at them. Oh wait, they smiled at me. Geez, I am melting. Oh shit, am I gay? I am totally giggling inside but my po- po- poker face facade is not giving away the reality that I am wearing fuchsia undies today to match my red shirt. OMG Lady Gaga would go gaga over my po-po-po-poker face. Nobody knows my secret (at least in this place) and it is so much fun. It feels like high school all over again! I love it.