If I could just have pancakes and oral sex every day, all other aspects of my life would become obsolete.
For me…
The best part about getting drunk isn’t the drunk part. It’s the part in the very beginning. That moment between tipsy and that point of no return. When the alcohol slides down and it hits the back of your throat and it makes your head spin a little. And once it settles a little bit of that drunken haze slides into place. And I can feel my sobriety slip through my fingers like thread through a needle.
That moment when a simple peck on the lips turns into an hour and a half make out session.
:)
I’m off to spend too much money on ITunes…
Can you tell I like my reaction gifs?
Just got out of the shower. And I feel kinda cute. Meh, Whatever.
ps. Go Cubbies!
Had the most bizarre dream…
And I figure its my mind’s way of telling me that I need to get laid soon or watch more action movies. Idk.
It’s times like this…
When I need your patience.
When I feel depressed and moody.
When I’m clumsy and can’t give you a straight answer about anything.
When I’m sleepy and seem distant.
I just need you to smile at me. Hold me. Kiss me. Tell me you love me.
Be patient. Don’t take it personally. And remember that I love you with all my heart. And without you, id be lost.
Eh..
I always get teased/made fun of for being so soft spoken. My physical appearance is striking and doesn’t really match my personality, I think. I’m expected to be someone who can command a room and be the center of attention, but that’s the last thing I want. idk. Sometimes I just feel like I don’t loom like what I feel like, ya know.. Meh.
