It's not right, and I know it.
I vacillate about men. I either love them or hate them. I've swung back to the hating them side, which is not a good thing. Because by the time I'm surrounded by a boatful of beautiful Black men next weekend, I'll be in love again. And tempted to do something stupid. Like run off with a man I've never met before.Taz has already told me that I need to work on my selection criteria. Why is it that some of the smartest people end up chasing after the people/things worst for them? I am the embodiment of book smart, love dumb.
posted by brownstocking @ 18:36
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