This isn't going to be a complaining entry, so to speak, so please keep reading! I just gave the journal that title because Life is not all cotton candy and lollipops right now (then, again when /is/ it?). Of course, 70% of that is because I'm not trying as hard as I could be, and stubbornly refusing to live my life to the fullest.
This is the only one you've got folks... unless you believe in reincarnation. So enjoy it. PLEASE.
... And, since I STILL don't know how to do most of those cute smilies in a journal or note, etc., please imagine as many drooly, happy, loving, smiling faces as you can, then mentally insert them before the paragraph below.
We are going to chat for a bit about love. With a dash of lust. And a healthy sprinkle of xoxoxo's. Add in some heaven-knows-why-I'm-up-at-this-hour-turn-off-the-computer-so-I-don't-see-Tom-anymore, and you've got just the brew I'm looking for! Ahhh.... *stretches legs* That's better. I'm in the middle of a very serious, /very/ ridiculous Tom Hiddleston crush. And since Tom is involved, one can only assume Loki is in the picture, as well. Yes. Loki. As in tangled black hair, icy eyes, perfect chiseled jaw, and walking into your bedroom, only to find Tom dressed in the black wig with the horned helmet on his head and NOTHING ELSE----
*blows out air forcefully* I'm not sure this journal is a good idea. Oh, well. Who cares.
This man does very odd things to me. He reminds me of several men, in that regard. All unattainable. All too appealing for their own good. And so... Michael, Gerry, Tom, and yes, you too, Lee... I am going to go to sleep now (well, maybe another fifteen minutes), and hopefully dream a very fulfilling, steamy dream of all of you.
*flushes* All? At once? Oh, Lord...
Your flustered amie,
Petals/Fiona/lovably crazy girl who worships her Michael (and Tom)