Screw this, I just wanna be a Disney Princess

Admit it the title strikes a little place close to home doesnt it........yes it does. I have realized that Disney has given me unrealistic expectations for love, those bastards.

For example when my mother was in an 'evil' mood making me do chores no men in tights tried to get into my teenage pants, let alone sing sweet nothings to me by the well. Mind you I didnt really have animal friends but living on Quadra there was always deer in the yard, they just didnt take kindly to me talking to them.

Or when I would go down to the beach and swim infront of a certain someones house pretending that maybe he could be my Prince Eric, he is quite tall, dark and handsome. WBut instead I would just look like a total fuck wad tring to be a mermaid no wonder he never came down, especially if he heard me singing, a part of your world to him, mind you Eric liked it so why wouldnt all boys.

Or how about dropping your shoe purposly on a stairwell so that a certain someone would come and find you and slip it on your foot..... too bad I had to wear mens shoes....... ok so now I see why that didnt work. I suppose it's not really jive for straight men slipping shoes on other men.

Oh well I suppose I will just have to search the world for a beast that I can make love me so I can break his enchanted spell..... maybe just maybe.....