Now that could either be a picture about disgust or drooling hormones.
Currently, I am oscillating between both.
Note to self: the word Emotion does not make an appearance here.
There is either the want to act upon ones hormones, or there is this disgust which includes no physical contact, heavy PMS-ing etc.

Watched 'He's Just Not That Into You' with Pugsie today. Chick Flicks with a message relevant to your current romantic status will never be boring. It suited our situation(s) and we loved it, needless to say.

Okay, fine. FINE, fine. It's time I mention the change in my lifestyle (?), if you will, on the blog. It deserves a mention I'd say. I'm in a "thing". There. Said it. Now "things" have various definitions. Let's start from the very beginning:

1. A casual, sexual fling.
2. A potential relationship that is currently being taken slow and smooth.
3. An undefinable (gaaak!) relationship. Voluntarily undefinable.
4. All of the above.

I think I will go with the third. No tags, no definitions, and I like it that way. The best part is, byt virtue of being a substitute, the person in question helped me get over my previous emotional investment. So that's a good start, eh?

I should really study. Really Really. God, help me through this PMS period, I have a feeling it's going to be intense.

Show the finger to Valnetine's day and kill yourself if you spent half your salary/pocket money on buying a red red heart from Archies or Hallmark that squeaks- I love you- everytime you squeeze it.

Untill next time,

Scrumptious.