So much for saying. Ok.
Here's something that has been bugging me.

Do I know what the hell we mean by update?

No?

up⋅date  /v. ʌpˈdeɪt, ˈʌpˌdeɪt; n. ˈʌpˌdeɪt/
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Show IPA verb, -dat⋅ed, -dat⋅ing, noun

–verb
(used with object) 1. to bring (a book, figures, or the like) up to date, as by adding new information or making corrections: to update a science textbook.
2. Computers. to incorporate new or more accurate information in (a database, program, procedure, etc.).
3. to bring (a person, organization, etc.) up to date on a particular subject: The magazine article will update you on the international situation.

Got that? Ok. Here's the stupid thing that has been bugging me...

How is it that I keep ranting the same ol' shit... and others call it an update? Adding NEW info? Come on. All my crap has been about work, school and him. Incorporate new or more accurate info. We're going technology there but no. I don't have anymore accurate information than what I'm feeling. How can I "up-date" anyone about the same old topic again and again and saying the same ol' poppycock again and again? I find it totally crappy that I'm forced to do write some bullshit to entertain readers.

No offence guys but I'm pretty much bored writing the same ol' shit again and again and I have absolutely nothing new to "up-date" you guys on. Maybe it's about time the blog dies again? Maybe I'll re-blog when I'm married. Then I'll tell you guys how'd my sex life goes. Probably I'd say this...

Oh, it was a couple of moans on the bed, turning and twisting around, hugging my other half with my leg while he penetrates me. After which, we get all messy and make sloppy kisses and finally, we say good night, sleeping back to back, thinking how disgusting our sex was.

How about that? I can picture that now. It's all so true. How fun can sex be when I could describe it all in a few words. Yeah well.

Words and reality. Always seem to crash. But they can't live without each other. So, my friend sent her own ex-guy to the court. LOL. She should probably tell this to her guy.

You cry, I cry. You laugh, I laugh. You get angry, I hit you with a stick. You want to jump off the bridge, I'll take photo and pass it off as diving.

Sorely tempted to tell her to say to her ex that. I mean, really. LOL! Ok. Whatever.

About time I stop some nonsense.

Oh, not really an update but I was thinking...

It's been months and I still like him. I still miss him. I love his being, his flaws and perfection. He knows that. That's why he enjoys being with me for he knows I appreciate his everything.