I think sometimes this is what relationships look like. Like some nice guy in a blue shirt getting mauled by a particularly adorable crazy bear. And what the fuck. Why sign up for that?
But you have to be bold, is all. I think that's my number one requirement. I've been hugging up on lions in my dreams for as long as I can remember. I really hate the way it looks to be simpish, or unmotivated. I hate the idea of limping along with someone. I really need things to be awesome. Like almost all the time.
And if it isn't. Say some random bullshit happens. It's supposed to at least still be true, and not a bunch of staring through each other and going through the motions making spaghetti when you'd rather your man just fuck you. Or take you out to play pool or something.
The biggest compliment anyone ever gave me is that I've got fire in my belly. Do you know what that means?
No matter how fresh it is, it can always get a little fresher.
And I can make it happen.
Tonight me and my besty saw Black Snake Moan. And between the blunt and the personal of Hennessy and Sam Jackson cussing like he made the word "fuck" up. Well. It was pretty deluxe.
But that poor girl. Rae. She thought she had fire in her belly but she really just had a fever. And that's some shit you can't really blame her for. It takes a long time, learning to tell the difference.
That photo of you blowing the bubble? I want video of that. No, I NEED video of that.
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