omfq, if you send me that emoticon again, okay.
I have a handful of babies, dearest Anon
And then a bunch of celebrities that I don’t really ever call my babies but think so in my head.
A friend calls me over for an ‘emergency sleepover.’
As soon as I step into her house, she grabs my arm, leads me to her room, throws my bag down, then throws me down onto her couch. She twists on her heel and pops the DVD into her PS2, and twists back towards me. Then she just plops down on top of me, grabs my arms, and adjusts them the way she likes around her, then just starts the film like she didn’t just manhandle me straight from the door and throw her buck two weight onto my lungs in the span of seven seconds, I kid you not.
It’s not my most awkward, but it’s fresh on my mind ‘cause a friend just brought it up.
Moral of the story is don’t fall asleep reading Cat’s Eye with Midnight in Paris playing on the background.
Or do. It was a pretty cool dream.
I like Corinne and Jmiah. That’s about it.
OH, you mean ~likelike~.
No. Not presently, no.
If you need help locating the Caps Lock key, it is belowyour Tab key, to the left of A, and just
below above the Shift key.
Oh, gosh, I can’t tell for sure, but off of the top of my head, I’d say “Soil, Soil.”
Oh, my goodness, why would you even ask that, I can’t even choose which ice cream flavour I want.
I LIKE YOUR FACE, GREY FACE.
Oh, my God, hahahahaha, yes, MegMeg, I did.
I told you rewatch. I rewatched it, I didn’t pay attention the first time.
Late Night Television Show Host, yes.
Still not a question.
But yes, I am.
You can walk home.