Something calls me.

This blog is just me talking, sometimes deep and meaningful, sometimes petty and shallow. Either way, it's here.

I'm 4 feet 10 inches in height, I weigh anywhere between 42 and 53 kilos, I work in childcare and hate to love it as much as I do. I'm in a long term relationship and reside in the same dwelling as my ball and chain. I love everything I'm not supposed to eat, and blog about almost anything.

 

4 days away.

so before I leave, I get 4.5 hours of time spent with me. approx. an hour a day? sounds about right….

Love is a poisonous thing. 

………

I need romance from in my love life, dominate, stereotypical romance. A night out in the city, with flowers and dinner, Karaoke, drinks and a merry go round ride that stops at the top, just for a moment, so we can look at the sky on a starry night. The man pays, orders my wine cause he knows what I like, cause he listens and remembers, takes me out to do something I love because he’ll give up some of his time for me…… 

I need attention, unconditional, uninterrupted, total and utter flatter ridden attention.

Or I get bored.  

Good song.

cockyyetcharming:

There she goes, there she goes again, running through my brain.

and I just can’t contain. The felling that remains. 

Simplicity.

I want it simple, at least I think it’s simple, i’m not sure if it actually is. I want to get married, buy a house, have children and live in my house with my family. and I want it in that order. 

I’m all for equal rights and opportunities for women and men, but as a woman i want to be a stay at home mum if I can be, at least until the kids go to school. 

I don’t feel like it’s a lot to ask for, but for some reason I’m scared it’ll never happen.