Oh boy I just discovered that Sex and the City is on. That is just more interesting that any essay I could ever write.
I could never have kids. The screaming. The crying. The yelling, I'd hate it. And pregnancy for 9 months sounds even worse to me. However the guys are hot.Oh boy being 40+, single and living in busy New York seems so much more interesting than being 19 and German.
On the other hand, it's so confusing. Poor Carrie, Aiden just blocked an attempt of her to get back together again.
Sure I like Mr. Big better - who doesn't? - but boy it's so sad.
Mh I wonder if it would be a good idea to talk to the person I like... Could it hurt? I'm this far away and if I don't want to I probably wouldn't even see him again. But then again, it could destroy our friendship. Why didn't I at least kiss him?
Oh right -- he smoked. And he has a beard.
But still his eyes... his tickling at the back of my neck... his soft caress.
Why do we always have to grow up? Develope feelings for the other gender. Boys are just way too complicated.
I feel like Aiden. I wish I had that freedom to just yell at him.
Oh boy... Is it just a fluke? I only seen him three times.
Women tend to romantize, am I right now? Oh boy Sex and the City sucks. It always makes me think and write like Carrie in her colum. I wish I would be more like Sam.
That first episode of Sex and the City made me love her, having sex like a man sounds the best thing. No emotions. No bonds. No consequences.
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