I need an editor

There's a photo of me being kind of shy and embarrassed after re-reading yesterdays blog about Aston from JLS. Why do I tell you these things? I don't know, I guess it's a gift from me to you, an early Christmas present, a gift of sharing. There we go, bless, aren't I kind and thoughtful!

Talking of Christmas presents I sure would like to have Aston wrapped up just for me, then I could slowly unwrap him and play with him all day, every day. Oh man, here we go again...

I need an editor, I think that's the problem, a person who could filter out all the randomness. Some bird who used to be a journalist said she was going to check in on my blog - perhaps she could do it? Could you do that Zoe? Sorry for referring to you as some bird! 

Let me tell you it kind of freaked me out when Zoe said she would check this out, mostly due to the fact that she used to be a journalist and I thought she would come back and tell me how crap I was, like my writing style is all over the place and it's unfocused and the punctuation is incorrect, etc. But she never did, well not yet anyway; she hasn't said a good thing about it either, come to think about it she has never mentioned it at all. Oh well.... perhaps when she found out I was gay she kind of lost interest, maybe she had the same thoughts about me that I have for Aston? Now I have shattered her dream!