Planet Tinkerbelle

"You should join twitter, so we can hang out"

  • 8th May
    2012
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  • 29th March
    2012
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  • 5th December
    2011
  • 05

The Universe Threw Me A Bone

So I saw He Who is Out of My League. I know no one should think that anyone is out of their league, but there is one person who I think that about. It’s not something I’m used to, so it messes with me every time we cross paths, and we’re just not going to get into why I think that about this particular dude.

I ran into him today very unexpectedly. We were both in a place that we definitely did not expect to see each other. I was sitting at my work husband’s desk visiting, and Out of My League walks in. It kind of went a lot like this:

It’s been a long time since we last saw each other and he didn’t look as out of my league as I previously thought. In fact, I didn’t even recognize him at first when he walked in. He didn’t look terrible, but he definitely hadn’t maintained since the last time I saw him, and I was sitting pretty with the work huzzy in a very cute outfit. 

I don’t often get these moments. In fact, every time I’ve run into an ex, I’ve always looked my worst, so they always get the satisfaction. So I’m just going to sit with this and be happy that maybe, just maybe, it’s true about no one being out of your league.

  • 27th September
    2011
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  • 31st August
    2011
  • 31

Oh For Elf’s Sake, Y’all.

I think I know what is going on. What time it is. What the situation is. What’s going to happen, and more importantly, what’s NOT going to happen. Lines were drawn long before I came into effect. 

But then I am always left a little confused. 

Sure, we’re cool…

Errything and Errybody gotta be so complicated. 

(Elf’s sake: from my autocorrect replacing “for fuck’s sake” with “for elf’s sake” it’s cuter this way)

  • 10th August
    2011
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  • 18th May
    2011
  • 18
  • 16th May
    2011
  • 16

The Difference...

  • Between me and most girls. Me and a girlfriend were squealing about boysboysboys, and her story was madly different from mine:
  • She: "As he dropped me off, he hissed in my ear, 'you're so beautiful.' eeeek! "
  • Me: "He wrote: "If you wake up in some weird outfit, don't blame me ;) ' eeee! "
  • Oh.
  • 6th May
    2011
  • 06

Spring fever. Erryone’s got it these days. My friends all have peeps they are crushing on, digging on, or dating on. It’s super cute. Even my spellcheck has got it. While I was in a convo with a certain someone, my spellcheck tried to replace my misspelling of “restaraunt” to “restraints” 

O_O

(This goes along with my story about almost tweeting out “thanks for the co*ck” when I meant “couch” story.)

Well, to all my cute twitterpated peeps, and my friends who are diggin on someone, this video is for you.

TLC - Diggin’ On You (by TLCVEVO)

  • 18th April
    2011
  • 18
It’s like in Dirty Dancing. ‘This is your dance space, and this is his dance space’ only…your dance space is a little fucked up. You can’t dance if yall’s dance spaces are fucked up.
This is me giving dating advice. Probably why people don’t often ask me to give dating advice