It pisses me off.
I am a grown woman. Past the stage where my knees buckle and my hands get all sweaty and I forget what I wanted to say or how to walk. Over a man. A mere mortal.
A blerrie MAN?!?!
But there is one guy (dammit)…. I’ve blogged about him before.
He’s the bane of my dreary existence. *snigger*
EN…. Hy maak my knieë lam. And my breath catch. And …..O MY WORD…he does lots of other things to me (unknowingly, of course, have to keep the pose, you know?).
Makes me feel alive. And so SO STU-PID.
Disgusting to carry on like that. Over a …ja….you get my drift.
Now leave me while I collect my wits, calm my fluttering heart and pick my pride off the floor. *yells at Marthina – no grammar or spell-checks today, okay?!!!!*