Sometimes a girl needs no strings. No pretense.
Sometimes a girl needs the bad boy.
Sometimes a girl needs to know it isn't going to go anywhere.
Because sometimes a girl just needs a sweaty Irishmen in her life.


This is me. A blog about my daily life and slices-of-life. It's honest, it's funny, it's sad, it's witty, it's sarcastic, sometimes it's soapbox-ish, it sometimes rambles, sometimes it's artsy, sometimes it's dorky but, it is always honest and always me. (Which ever "me" decides to show up on that particular day.) Simply put, it's just my daily world that I'm trying to sort out the only way I know how, through words.
1 comment:
excellent point there, Danny Boy, oh wait, I mean Rob.
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