Talking about boys is just so nice. I had a witty and revealing text-conversation with a friend last night about her secret love. There were threats, bluffs, insults and pleads flying. Even if your not the information-pumper, it's really nice to share and re-live those conversations, looks received or given and moment shared with guys you like. Or gals, I don't mind.
For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Thursday, 21 March 2013
0062: BOY TALK
Talking about boys is just so nice. I had a witty and revealing text-conversation with a friend last night about her secret love. There were threats, bluffs, insults and pleads flying. Even if your not the information-pumper, it's really nice to share and re-live those conversations, looks received or given and moment shared with guys you like. Or gals, I don't mind.
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