I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
Sometimes, friends limit you.
They make plans for you without consulting, they invade your physical and emotional space, they assume you think the way they do. Most times this is an agreeable tradeoff for closeness and affection. Sometimes, though, it drives me up the fucking wall.
I would like to yell to these young ladies: do not appropriate my dreams!! Get your own!
I am quiet?! I am shy?!!
What what??!
"Reserved" is the preferred word.
As in, I reserve to reserve my emotions until you have been proven worthy. Aih.
Hey, by the way, I had an awesome valentine's day, based on some rules I've started to live by:
1. If you are part of a couple, do NOT engage in casual group sex.
2. If you are NOT a part of a couple, always engage casual sex in groups.
