The Long Weekend (And Other Long Items)


Look, I’m posting. It’s crazy, because it’s been forever, and I don’t even know if I remember how to blog anymore. I know my blog has been lacking in appeal, because when you come here every day, and you look for new material, there isn’t any. None at all. Nada. Get it?

Of course you do! It’s been too long, dear readers, and your inboxes have probably felt incredibly-edibly empty without me. Or not. There are a couple of people around that probably have simply forgotten to click the unsubscribe button. There may be a few of you who have died, or moved, or stopped blogging. And then again, you could have simply given up on me as a valuable blogger.

So, I put my real fanbase at around 6 people, most of whom I know personally. It’s okay, this is for me…or something.

On to real topics, such as how fucking damn ‘Oh my Holy Avengers’ tired I am. And how much I love the Avengers. And Avengers. Avengers. Avengers.

Right. So, I forgot to inform you guys of the cute little fact that I went and saw the Avengers a couple of weeks ago, and that my entire life was changed by it. I dream in Avengers. A day doesn’t go by that I don’t think of them or make a reference to them. I almost cried when we passed a comic book store that had a huge Avengers poster in the window. You have no idea how badly I want an Avengers bedspread. Or a coffee mug. Or Avengers Condoms. Wait…what? That is absolutely, without an doubt…

THE BEST FUCKING IDEA EVER!

Moving on. I had an amazing weekend. Let’s do the recap in as few words as possible, making you scream for more.

Friday. In school Suspension. Freedom. Napping. Redye hair. Nightstorm. Dancing. Grinding. Kissing. Sitting. Sleeping. Saturday. Tanning. Mowing the lawn…A lot. Hanging laundry. Carolin. Tristan. Jared. Horse barn. Talking. Oatmeal cream pies. Kissing. Sparks flying. Sunday. Early morning. Exchange students. Shower. ROADTRIP! Naked in Walmart. <– The beverage. MAY DAY! Kilat. Jonas. Gareth. Cole. Sage. Purple. Forrest. The Cadiz Brothers. Condoms. Auntie Isaac. Sexual tension? What? Loren. Sunburn. Clara. Alleyways. Alice. Kissing. Roadtrip (with a sadface next to it). Chipotle. HOLY GIGANTIC BURRITO. Home. Bed.

Wait, so Telea kissed someone all three days of her weekend? And it was great?! Yes. Yes, that is the truth.

On Friday, it was a stranger. At Nightstorm, I did a cartwheel into the splits, and my sunglasses came off. A cute guy walked up to me, picked the sunglasses up, put them back on my head, then said:

“That was sexy.”

And kissed me. Ohhh myy, it was heart-stopping.

On Saturday…well, it was cute.

And on Sunday…I think I kissed…five people. Two of them being gorgeous women. Hem Hem. Handbasket ❤

Annnddd, I’m all out of material. Tomorrow, I shall be back with a fiery blogging vengeance!

Love ya!

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About mylifeinheartbeats

Telea is an aspiring Musician who spends too much time aspiring to be a Writer who thinks she's a Comedian. There's not much more to know, except for everything. Telea has a tendency to not think before she speaks or acts. She enjoys chocolate, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. She wants to get to know you, so please send her your Name, Address, and SSN. Telea promises that, though she has indeed committed one count of Lewd and Lascivious behavior (to be tried under a court of law), she is a good person and will not intentionally harm you/expose herself to you/hate you for your stupid perspectives/axe-murder you. Telea believes in the greater good, Nutella, peace, free love for all, and snuggles. She chooses Bacon over you, unless you come bearing bacon. She is a fat woman trapped inside a curvy woman's body. She is not for sale unless the price tag you put on her has something to do with world peace. She will sell herself for world peace. She hopes in the deepest of her heart places that you will enjoy her blog and find reason to follow it. Telea thanks you.

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