Class Jayne. Not ass. Why am I even friends with you.
Ok, so Im a bit of all ass as well, but thats not my fault, its genetic. Ive got a well rounded ass. It fills out a pair of jeans most adequately. Ok. A little more than adequately, but that isnt the point here. The point is, while I may well be all ass, I am also all class.
First, I run into an old flame who makes my heart beat just a touch faster. Which isnt actually a good thing considerin the state of my heart at the moment. Its a lil broken. And not in the euphemistic sense. Not the point. Then I go and drop him. Well he deserved it. How can you go round makin girls hearts beat just a touch faster then not freaking call? Then, to make matters worse, he goes and drops me. So then I have to drop him. But then he calls, so I have to not drop him. Which is good, because he's calling to say hes so not dropping me.
Add into this mix one bastard husband who does call, but doesnt make my heart beat just a touch faster at all. Add into that mix one bastard husband who tries to phone sex me....hello? Why doesnt our boyfriend try to get into my knickies like that? You know why? Cos our boyfriend also thinks Im all class. That, or he saw the size of my ass and thought better of it. He's so dropped. NO he's not Jayne. He's not so dropped. He loves my ass. And thus, I love him. Anyone who can love my ass is worthy of my love. OH ,ok, so he also loves Jayne, and anyone who loves me must love Jayne. Love me, Love my Jayne. And thats why you are friends with me Jayne.
Not a lot happenin here on PreciousPrincess front Im afraid. Since I gave up the dating scene in favour of not dating our boyfriend, Ive really not got a lot in the way of stories to tell. Sad no?
Not to worry, Im sure soemthing will come up. It always does.
Thought for today.......yesterday my horroscope said love will be in my vision this evening. Meaning last evening. Which it was. So IN YOUR FACE jayne......our boyfriend was alll over facebook declaring his great love for me. Hes a smart boy he is. The way to a girls heart is definately through wine, or public displays of affection. See, Public Displays of Affection are a whole lot of In Your Faces to a whole of people. And there is nothing I love more than an IN YOUR FACE, unless its in my face. Then I dont love it at all. Not the point. My knickies were very concerned for their state of safety.
Thought for this second.....What use are knickies anyway?
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