Sunday, June 21
Insanity Is Where It's At, Babbbby....
What if I'm a bad kisser? What if my husband is too? What if we're a bad kissing couple and we never even realize it? What if we have boring sex?
And then he decides to leave me for a stripper named Candie?
Ew. Ew. EW.
I'm not very good with the whole physical contact thing. I can only comfortably hug maybe a handful of people, and only one of them is a boy. Is there something wrong with me, I wonder...?
Human contact is suppose to be good for you. It's suppose to make you feel good, no? Then why do I cringe at the mere thought of it?
Yeah, something must be wrong with me.
Why am I even thinking about these things? Geez. I have gone crazy.