crazy rantings... from an eyeball

just sitting here... on my couch with my boyfriend watching anchorman. However, I'm not the slightest bit intrigued by the movie. I don't know why? My mind is elseware... thinking about strippers and cocaine.... just kidding


But I do wish I was out tonight... a night out on the town. I'm wearing a fantastic dress and have a martini in hand. I wish I didn't have this issue of being so caught up in the idea of going out... because it will never happen tonight.

I'm just blogging for all you people... or maybe person who reads my blog. Yeah, im real popular... ha ha hah.. but not really


Good news bears, time for me ..... oh wait, " you write about me on there?" MY boyfriend just asked. Do I? I can... if you all are so interested in listening to how wonderful he is! haha

My boyfriend is awsome. Sometimes i feel like he takes my breath away. He makes my heart beat like a drum and gives me butterflies in the gut of my stomache. I love the way he makes me feel. I love the way he kisses my lips; so soft and tender....


ok, this could be a love story but I'll just shut up now and stop making you throw up. WOw, i actually have nothing to say other than the awsome things about my boyfriend.

I'm SO happy I found someone so compatible that reaches my limits and even sometimes goes beyond. I think I like him so much... hah.. no.. more than that. But you can figure that part out :)

Peace and love

jac

rantings.

im sick. I want to feel better. I have nothing more to say really except for my eyes are red, i look like i have rabies, my nose is as crusty as a pizza crust and I have a pretty stellar boyfriend.

I need to take pictures again. I need to update my photography.

I like grass

and im so tired

Good news, bad news

So I told myself I was going to blog often..... then life happened

Sorry to all you following my blog, I am terrible at keeping up with electronic diary notes. News? Hmm..

Well, the good news is that Brazil is no longer in the world cup games. The bad news is that my heart got stolen by a boy named Rhys Edwards.

But wait, maybe the good news is really the bad news and the bad is really the good? Can stealing be a good thing?