This is blog of a woman who didn't know what she wanted and so chased after dreams and men in search of the answers...drunken hilarity ensued. Then one day she met a man who was everything she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. Then she did the unthinkable; after they broke up she gave him this blog address and she let him into her mind as well as her heart. Unbelievably, even after sorting through the sordid archives of failed relationships, one night stands and her lusty (and embarassing) pursuit to secure the heart of a certain young line cook, John somehow managed to fall in love with her too. Melina and John were married a little over six months after they started dating, running away to Las Vegas to seal the deal. You can imagine what the over/under bet was to see if they'd even make it a year!! Over a year later and they are still going strong...this blog has become their story. Need to tell me something? Email me at Melinalovesjohnny at gmail dot com
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Thursday, January 20, 2005
Just To Toy With Their Brains...
Hopped onto Neighborhoodies.com today and I ordered myself a fabulous shirt that says, "Sex Appeal Gets You Everywhere...Especially Backseats". Don't worry, I'll close out the poll on Sunday and order that T-shirt too. Hmm, have to think of a new mini-poll question. Onto Drk, because I haven't chatted about him lately at all.

I want so badly to buy a shirt for Drk's for his birthday but alas as only semi-friends he can only receive my body...after that I can buy him a shirt. The reason why I'd want to buy him one is because he is a source of a plethora of shirt ideas. But if I were to buy a shirt then it would say, This is what happens when my mom goes to Cuba and meets a dictator...if you don't know what I'm talking about, scroll down (or check the Jan archives) and take a peek at the man I lust after. Maybe I could just shorten his shirt to "My Pop's a Dictator" or maybe "My Daddy's a Dictator and all I got was this Stupid Shirt" maybe even a "Viva La Revolucion" (except I'd check how to spell revolution first).
posted by Melina at 10:17 PM