I have a party coming up this weekend i've been waiting for these past couple months. I look forward to it but now i'm in the process of trying to round up my crew so we can step up in there together.
It's funny how every time I swear myself off "boys" some "boys" come right my way talking a good talk. Oh well, i'll go ahead and entertain this one too until I'm singing another one bites the dust.
I'm trying to figure out if i'm heading home next month for the holidays or if i'm going to stick around here. Of course my family and friends in MI choose the first option, but i'm tired of spending my money going home. We'll see how that pans out.
So I read a really good poem that made me feel better about the single life i'm living. I do enjoy being single, but there are more times that i'd rather have a companion by my side.
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
