I'm sitting on my Word Processing class. I've got alot of stuff to do, but most of it isn't due today, and that means I get to be online for a while. You gotta love Mrs. Pastorino. She's the coolest teacher ever =)

I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me... *the only way of loving me baby is to pay a lovely fee...* It sucks to be a courtesan. It sucks to forget about your feelings to please somebody else. It's hard to step over your morals to survive. But the hardest part - not be able to be honest with yourself. They pay you, you please them. Rules are strict. No money, no honey. And vice versa. Even if they are incredibly gross and disguisting, as long as they got money, you've gotta give them honey. I wouldn't be able to do that. I'm too much of an emotional person, and I am always obsessed with somebody. If not one, then another. I made a list of guys not so long ago. It had around 50. It's hard to choose. So I made a scale and I rated every guy. Most of them got 5 (on the scale 1-10, 10 being my love till I die, and 1 being "ew"). What shocked me was that one guy got 9. He got 9! Nobody had 8 or 7. That means he's out of the contest. And the contest itself had finished. Because he won. He won my heart =) You know who it is, don't you? Of course you do... It's my sweet boyfriend =) Don't tell him that, keep it a secret. I will tell him myself. When the time comes...

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