politics schmolitics.

i am percieved as quite a fruity character, and that i am, hand up i concur!!! i do harvest the insecurity that there is something 'unnattractive' about me. Not look wise, i care not for looks and remind my friends and beloved that i do not care if they resembled a potato

even if one did look like a spud, im sure they would be full of tasty goodness, warming to the heart. No what i am trying to pin with my insecure left finger something morally bad. Any way i have yet to fully identify what it is i am insecure about so i will go forth and discuss the trully frustrating nature of relationshp politics.

for the sake of annonymity i will use a heap of analogy and metaphor, and to add a bit of atmosphere i'll highlight the fact that i am listening to some Lionel Ritchie.

for what seems like absolutely forever i have been trying to make calculated moves in order to move somewhere out of this haze of uncomfortable 'like'. i really dont bode well in this sitiuation, it rarely happens, and when it does i feel like i must harvest this crop in some way. give it a lil' light, abit o' water, shelter it from natures extremeties to aid germination... so, i asked other gardeners to shed light on the situation.

there are two sides to the fence. on one hand i am told to 'do nothing you GIRL', yet on the greener pasture the farmers claim i should do a bit of digging, see how deep those roots are...

i am more than happy to put in graft, mow some lawns, whatever as i KNOW that this particular seed is such an awesome fruit, but i continue to umm and ahh about it as i dont want it to spoil and perhaps the seed should stay in its packet??? is it the wrong season?? is there ever a right season???you dig??? does any one dig...??!!

I feel like i am walking on pesky egg shells and i just wanna smash the darn things and be cool about this weight i am carrying. I BETTER BE BOLD BEFORE I GO OLD.

ive changed the music to Katie Melua, and now Cold play. AND NOW DRAKE. HYFR!!