"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win." ~ William Shakespeare

Indeed.

*waves to Shivaun who although does not even read this is all cool and stuff...and continues to embarrass the life out of me on the radio.*
*shakes head* But it's all good. Now they want their own show. Gods! That'd be groovy...if my sexy voice is part of it of course :)

This morning my mom told me that I'm too nicey and I tell people too much that's why people want platonic shit and want to be just buddy buds with me. All I can do is laugh. Really. Usually she says I'm a pig...but that's a different story. All in all she thinks I need a man. She's trying her best. Tsk. At least she's not one of those who tries to set me up with anyone she's specially chosen. Dear God that would be horrid now wouldn't it. She's picky though (aren't all mothers?). I think this one and this one would be good for you... nah...he's boring...nah too lame....nah ho... etc. Man oh man.
Haha! No faith no faith. I don't think all people just want the whole platonic thing...but of course that's what it seems...mostly. So I'm lame. *sniffles*

I'm so sorry for not being able to attend that cricket match today Marc-o. I'm figuring it's going ok...not that I'm even going to watch it on TV (are they even broadcasting it?). There's lots of sun out there. *peers with beady squingy eyes in the glare* Gahhhh sunnn baddd...

The sun is now...very hot. Eeek.