Reading kaizley's journal

This may sound a little pathetic... but I miss him. No, not the ex... but a guy I met almost two years ago, in another country that I didn't even talk to. He lives here... somewhere... in Sydney. But that isn't really much help since Sydney is a pretty big, people-filled place. My friends graciously decided to help me find my "dream boat"... but gave up within the week.. which I fully, completely understand. There's no point looking is there? Cause I'll never ever find him. Not in this life time anyway.

I remember the exact time and place where I first saw him and lost my wonderful opportunity to talk to him. I won't say where it was, to protect me and the souls of the public, but it was early early morning.... technically and I was tired and broody 'cause a friend had just passed away, I was walkng past and he smiled at me, a big cheesey, hot grin and what did I do? I gave him a dirty. How good was that. Fucking brilliant!

I was sooo angry at myself, I spent three weeks discreetly following him, and glancing at him to find that he too was glancing at me, which probably would have made my day if I had just noticed once! But mostly he avoided me, which I again, fully, completely understand. I mean, I was a rude, heartless bitch.

So if you are a young, strappy guy who lives in Sydney, give us a shout. ARGH! this isn't a personals is it? sorry *blushes and runs*

On a happier note, I'm going to the beach tomorrow! YAY! I'm stoked! I haven't been to the beach in yonks! The surf, The sun and the boys ;)

Night!

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."