Sometimes I wonder where my current problems come from, did they stem from a situation in my childhood, did i have "daddy issues". No. but i did come to a scary realization whilst cleaning out my basement the other day.
I found my collection of beanie babies. and no, the fact that my mom and nana bought me every new beanie baby that came out is not the problem i'm talkin about.
i found this little guy:
he may seem like a harmless, cute, little stuffed rodent. but inside that asian-stitched lining and beady eyes are the beginnings of all my problems.
This little squirrel was given to me by my third grade boyfriend (who will remain nameless for his safety). This token of his affection, which was also accompanied by a cute little card sat on my headboard. I was just so happy that my boyfriend liked me enough to buy me a present. hmm. 48 hours later he broke up with me for my best friend. and there my friends, lies the beginning of my confusion with boys. Did he really like me or was this present a distraction from him going after my best friend? and here we go ladies & gents. From a young age I was taught that just as you trust boys...they buy you a cheap stuffed animal and leave you in the gutter for your best friend.
all i know, is this was the beginning of my problems.
taste it, suck on it, chew it around for a minute, let me know how that tastes.
also i'm applying at Victorias Secret. BAD IDEA.
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