Me either...

After watching Glee last night, I felt as though I should confess that I have never been kissed. Not really. I have received kisses that most people would classify as such, but I don't count drunken stupors and desperation to be viable candidates for a real kiss. I've never felt that spark. That connection.

I know this is kind of pathetic. 24 and I'm still waiting for something meaningful to be on the other side of the kiss.

I'm not trying to be hurtful.

I just want something more.....

Overkill

So the fact that almost all of the blogs that are suggested for me to follow are for mothers sending love to their children. I could puke. I see the need, but I don't want to see them!