Yeah, this blog is going to be totally corny, but I don’t care. I don’t care because I feel like a girl today and girls are allowed to be nauseatingly sentimental. I hope so anyway – otherwise, I made a fool out of myself as usual.
I wish someone would come and sing Myka 9′s Comfortable to me – someone just like Marcus. Marcus is a fictional character, by the way. Oh man, oh man, am I obsessed with Marcus. How could a character I’ve only read about in some silly chick-flick novel (which I wouldn’t in a million years ever mention reading in front of anyone – hey, I have a reputation to maintain here, this is critical) effect me so much!? I want to marry a man called Marcus. That’s it – I’m not marrying a Jack, Paul, Zappa, Simon or anyone else for that matter. No one but a Marcus!
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No, I’m not drooling…I’m just all *happy sigh* and happy sigh is very much an independent mood, if you didn’t already know. I was *happy gasp* yesterday. I read a 200+ novel in one day. That’s got to say something about my current mental state, right? I’m kind of worried about myself now.
Moving along, whoever said that reading chick-flicks was a healthy hobby had obviously never met me. I’m obsessed and attached to a fictional character – someone an author came up with while searching through her deepest fantasies, wants and dreams.
I wish this was the first time I’ve been obsessed by fictional characters, but it isn’t. Pretty embarrassing, I know. At least no one I know (and care about, hopefully) is reading this. : ) I need to stick to thrillers and crime stories where the main character is a ghastly rapist or blood-sucking werewolf. After I finish these 2 other novels with Marcus, that is. I swear, if the author kills him any time soon, I will rip my eyeballs out and swallow them. So she friggin’ better not kill him.
