okay, so once again I am writing from the Painted Horse Cafe. this morning as I was watching Good Morning America with my bowl of Reese's Puffs, a food of the gods, I had the sudden urge to consume a good ol' iced mocha.
I will admit that I am sort of on a kick of hating boys. It is for good reason considering that in the past month, there have only been one or two guys who have not been complete jerks. Well, I will admit on the internet, the world wide web. now I have come up with a peculiar way that, in the past month, has helped me deal with this issue. Two words-Ben Mckenzie. Yes, I am speaking of the hollywood heartthrob from The OC who looks like a young Russell Crowe, only much better looking. I have been watching the OC for the past week while I've been knitting and I will admit that the show is my guilty pleasure. It's right up there with 24 and Lost, which is really saying something. I have actually come to love all of the characters, but if I'm honest, I watch because of Ben Mckenzie. I mean, when I'm mad at a guy, I watch him on the television show and my faith is restored in the potential of the mail species.
We're all having to learn to let go of one another, but some of these guys just can't deal well. And for the record, calling me every five minutes for three hours is not the way. That among other things.
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