I don't need a fucking title...
Last night charli called to me from the bath...she wanted me to wash her hair. Which I have never really done for anyone besides myself. I was nervous I didn't want to mess up, but she said I did oK. It was very intimate, which was unexpected. But extremely beautiful. But we all know how smitten I am with this girl. :) She knows exactly what will make me melt, what will make me laugh, what will make me fall for her more and more everyday.
And also, an admission. Yes, I am a crumb Nazi. Cleaning eases my anxiety more than any pharmaceutical ever could. I don't know why. It's not that charli is extremely messy, or that my apartment is perfect. Actually, it's quite cluttered. Today I washed the dishes, swept and mopped the kitchen floor, vacuummed and made the bed. I never made the bed til charli came. Now it's like I want her to get into a freshly made bed every night. Yes I'm strange, thanks for noticing. ;)
And also, an admission. Yes, I am a crumb Nazi. Cleaning eases my anxiety more than any pharmaceutical ever could. I don't know why. It's not that charli is extremely messy, or that my apartment is perfect. Actually, it's quite cluttered. Today I washed the dishes, swept and mopped the kitchen floor, vacuummed and made the bed. I never made the bed til charli came. Now it's like I want her to get into a freshly made bed every night. Yes I'm strange, thanks for noticing. ;)