I want to taste you but your lips are venomous
Someone, fully aware of the fatty sugary fatty fatty consequences, wants to take on my jelly. I'm baffled. I'm inclined to think he was tricked by my new hair. But then he said he won't sleep with me until he gets to know my brain better. I laughed. He patiently remained straight-faced until I adequately processed that he was being serious. I stopped laughing and said (between gags) I. like. you. very much. also... He's so new and shiny and tall and emotionally aware and not a rape-y psycho and tall! This is so different for me! I worry that he's a bit young. Then I remember that when wrinkles attack he'll have the ickier end of the stick. Also I say things like icky and am half Asian, he's already outgrown baby talk and will probably get wrinklier first. HE'S SO TALL. With floofy brown hairs and he laughs at my stupid buzz killing jokes and shows an appropriate degree of concern when I'm crazy ranting with spit flecks and tickles my feet and his face is very very stretchy and NO. This is speed bump month. I can totally repress this. This is oddly convenient timing for a barely platonic man slave boyfriend person. I make him listen to/watch Poison. Alice Cooper. And model lady in tiny underwear. Muaha. NO. |