I think I've eaten my weight in fudge today...and I seriously have been going through sugar crashes all day.
LIKE BAD SUGAR CRASHES WHERE I CAN'T THINK AND I DON'T GET OFF THE COUCH.
Why don't I learn?
BECAUSE CHOCOLATE OF ALL KINDS IS MY FREAKING ARCH NEMESIS AND PEOPLE KEEP DROPPING IT BY MY HOUSE. So if you're tempted...just don't, don't do this to me... I can't handle it. I think I'm going to have to have my husband dispose of it, because I don't think I have the strength to do it myself.
While I seriously can't keep up with my normal thought process... I can however be seriously thinking about stuff that takes no thought process at all. Like:
Why Taylor? What are you thinking? When the madness end? Run Taylor, RUN!
I mean seriously, this girl obviously has a strange taste in men... um can we say:
I don't know if we can blame her for this next one...but really they just don't match. Two cute people don't necessarily make a cute couple:
You are just dating because you're both named Taylor.
And I don't know if this picture screams mature relationship but at least they were relatively the same age:
Eww...yeah this one just doesn't cut it either.
Basically Taylor (since you're reading this blog...because I mean--who doesn't?) I know your crash and burn love fests make catchy songs for me to listen to while I write cheesy love scenes... but really Jake Gyllenhaal? Let me know when that doesn't work out for you so I can set you up with someone way better. Really I'm a great matchmaker... um but don't ask my little sister for a reference, okay?