3rd period English class and I’m taking the word of a classmate that the new dude is chill. I am skeptical, but i do remember thinking he was hella cute. Might not be so bad after all.
I’m working on school work right now (or trying) and my cleavage looks fantastic. We both have so much to do but all i want to is get cross-faded, clean up in the shower, and then put that little lace bodysuit on that you don’t know about and see how long it takes you to notice. damned sure i won’t get any work done, though.
The Air Force taught me that I prefer you kinda sloppy. Dirty uniform, greasy hands, the scent of grease in your hair. When you try to be the buttoned-up NCO, you look uncomfortable.
Please do take me to watch the planes again. Talk about them nonchalantly like they’re real-life women with quirks and foibles. Please sit there silhouetted against a faint violet sky and let me remember this forever.
You surprised me on a Monday night. American Idol will ensure I never forget. I think you proposed on a Sunday. I only remember wanting post-dinner yakiniku stretchy pants and my bedroom. I turned around and there you were.