In an effort to cease my [He Who Shall Not Be Named]* ramblings, this week I will be writing about other boys. Cute Boys. Some of them that have meant something to me, some that I only met for an evening. Internet, are you excited yet?
Yeah, I don’t know if I would be either — the stories won’t be too interesting, my life has not been too exciting. But hell, it’s maybe therapeutic? For me. Not you. You don’t get a vote on this one.
And why boys? Why not some other distraction? Maybe a sudden revealing about my love of … cooking? knitting?
Because I’m really just a one-trick pony. I don’t do … hobbies. I’m not what one would call … multifaceted.
But I really like boys. Especially when they smell good and are tall.
*Ooooo, pop-culture reference. three points. don’t expect those too often.
