those one times

Don't you hate those moments? You know, the ones posted in Seventeen magazine about the girl starting her period on a date to the local amusement park with the boy she likes... while wearing white shorts? Shit.. That sucks, glad it wasn't me.... and glad it wasn't me last night stumbling towards the bathroom covering my mouth escorted by a friend while my significant other sat at our assigned table ducking their head in embarrassment. I'm glad I can somewhat control myself when I'm around someone I like or when having a few drinks...
I've decided that blogs are officially gay. Not in the way that makes you want to go shopping with your best friend, but in the way that makes you cock (hah) an eyebrow and say, hmmm, gay. So I will make this blog - not diary, an opinionated, silly, when I'm home and think of something clever, outlet. Hope I don't let anyone down on the "what I am now doing in my life" lurkers. However, I will occasionally input some life discoveries and fun photos to keep my readers somewhat interested in the odd life I live. (agh! If I have to change my system preferences back to english....oh Takuya...)