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I bought these for my HoneybeeLovergirl for Valentine’s Day… but I’ve decided I can’t give them up.  Here’s why:
1) She replied to my message way back (a week-ish ago?) that I sent about having 2 heart attacks, an abortion, smoking crack while I was pregnant, etc… (it might lead one to wonder if maybe that sort of behavior is a regular normal thing for me,… it’s not.)… but she only talked about her new boyfriend and what’s going on in her life, etc. etc. and never even asked how my heart attacks turned out, if my heart specialist was attractive, or from whom I was getting my crack cocaine (“Has ghetto life finally gotten the better of you?”) or what I’d have named the baby had I let it live, MUCH LESS WHO was the proud sperm donor.  KEY questions that I would expect her to ask, if she didn’t have her head elsewhere.  *sigh* Don’t misunderstand, my SweetBee & I have been friends madly in love since I was 8 years old and she moved around the corner from me (she’s in Kentucky now… however! not miles nor time has changed that) *hearts still go pitty pat*… and we’ve come in and out of periods like this many times and I am sure I’ve been equally distracted many times… sigh… *pout face* so I’m not holding it against her. … THAT being said. …
2) I’m holding it against her just enough to keep these adorable stupid socks for myself because I miss her… and if I can’t have her as much as I want right now, I.Will.Wear.Her.On.My.Feet.

I bought these for my HoneybeeLovergirl for Valentine’s Day… but I’ve decided I can’t give them up. Here’s why:

1) She replied to my message way back (a week-ish ago?) that I sent about having 2 heart attacks, an abortion, smoking crack while I was pregnant, etc… (it might lead one to wonder if maybe that sort of behavior is a regular normal thing for me,… it’s not.)… but she only talked about her new boyfriend and what’s going on in her life, etc. etc. and never even asked how my heart attacks turned out, if my heart specialist was attractive, or from whom I was getting my crack cocaine (“Has ghetto life finally gotten the better of you?”) or what I’d have named the baby had I let it live, MUCH LESS WHO was the proud sperm donor. KEY questions that I would expect her to ask, if she didn’t have her head elsewhere. *sigh* Don’t misunderstand, my SweetBee & I have been friends madly in love since I was 8 years old and she moved around the corner from me (she’s in Kentucky now… however! not miles nor time has changed that) *hearts still go pitty pat*… and we’ve come in and out of periods like this many times and I am sure I’ve been equally distracted many times… sigh… *pout face* so I’m not holding it against her. … THAT being said. …

2) I’m holding it against her just enough to keep these adorable stupid socks for myself because I miss her… and if I can’t have her as much as I want right now, I.Will.Wear.Her.On.My.Feet.