I know you're probably dying to hear what else is going on in my incredibly sad life (someone at back says, "Snore") so I'll just get straight to the point, shall I?
No, Larry and I had no great big bust-up somewhere, no yelling or throwing of custard cream pies (puh-leeze! I'd like to think I'm more mature than that. ANY mature person will tell you to throw APPLE pies, people!)
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In fact, to this day, we're still friends, and hopefully always will be.
I actually don't think Larry and I could ever be together, and really, I'm not willing to risk our friendship on something like that, but you never know, right? We could've, if it wasn't for her...
The third person, of course. Actually, the fourth and fifth person, too, because Larry, much as I trust and like him, I have to admit...
He's a bit of a womaniser.
And who does he come running to when he wants advice on how to break up with his latest girl?
Yours truly, of course.
I'm like his unpaid psychologist, or something. WAY unpaid, and I really hate having to watch him break the hearts of the girls he dates and then watch him go for another one.
That's the real reason I'm staying away from him, really.
Better to be
an unpaid psychologist than some name in his BlackBerry. Not that he has a BlackBerry. We're only fourteen. But still.But really? It's OK. That's why it's a heartscratch, and not a heartbreak. It's not like I spend all my time thinking about him. I'm more mature than that. It's why I throw apple pies, instead of custard cream.
And truthfully, Arthur Pendragon helps too. *winks*
Just, once in a while, I wonder what might have been...
And that's the story of my heartscratch. I hope you guys are all crying your hearts out, promising to send me bars of chocolate and flowers every day to mend my scratched heart.
If not, then I am DISGUSTED, people! I sit here at my computer, wiping away the occasional tear, and you guys are lounging about, reading my words and eating chips.
If you comment, I'll forgive you all.
Bye, and mucho cheesy grins,
A heartscratched and expecting a tonne of chocolate to land on her doorstep,
Random Awesome
Oh, man! How did you know I was eating chips? *gasp* *eats chips while glancing around suspiciously* STALKER!
ReplyDeleteI would love to know the true identity of the womanizer named Larry but heck, no ones got it all!
If it makes you feel better, I'm continuing my blog again thanks to you!!!!
Marsymallow thanks you for inspiring her ;)
Thanks AT for finally inspiring Marsh to continue her blog =D
ReplyDeleteLarry, Larry, Larry. The mysterious identity with a fake nerdish name is a womanizer, who would've known. You better go tell him to listen to Britney's Womanizer song xD
Send you choco EVERYDAY? That's pure torcher!
I'm kidding! Do not throw an Apple Pie at me. Or a Custard Pie. You can hand it to me, though! I'll eat it!
The next time you use a fake name, use Jumanji! (And not Marsya's style - adding "N" to their name) e.g Natia. HAHAHAHA! SOrry for the long comment, bye!
I DONT ALWAYS ADD N...
ReplyDeleteplus you guys have code names for my blogs DUH
NNadhrah is just stupid.
Ncory and Nmaria is pretty damn cool!