Why I gotta be so weak?

Oh. My. God.

I am just weak. I called sexy man yesterday. Just to tell him that I was thinking about him. WTF?? I just love him. Yep, I said it. and yep. that's my excuse.

I am just gonna roll with this. That's all I can do. I am OK. That's the shit of it all. No tears. No freaking out. No "HO" been jilted behavior. No fires. No tire slashing. No lurking. No investigation. LOL!! Thats just not me anyway. I don't roll like that. I think on some level sexy man knows that. That's why I am in the position that I am. I could have completely blown his spot. In 2 fucking sentences. But he knows me better. I REFUSE to embarrass or otherwise make a fool of myself on some shit like this. OH. HELL. NO.

After most of the ...Thursday night softball game drama...smoke has cleared, I wonder if I even have the right to be mad about anything. On some level, I am thankful. My eyes are now wide open..Gone are the googly eyes that I once saw sexy man through each and every day. The game has changed.

So am I weak? Yeah.
Do I care? Nope.