Nnf.
Right, so, observations of the last two days:
1) Oh my god, eye contact has the possibility of being hot. I think I know what eyesex is now. Hofuck. Dude. Revolution.
2) I appear to be maturing, because I no longer have a problem shamelessly ogling almost-blonde-lady on Burn Notice when she creatively mutilates electric fences and not being particularly ashamed of such.
On that note, I may have a fetish for petty criminals breaking into places. I have terrible taste in fetishes, I am going to date a mob lady or something and we are going to get shot or imprisoned or raise little mob babies who will kill me in my sleep one day. Most people worry about being destined to work at McDonald's, but I am going to be a moll.
1) Oh my god, eye contact has the possibility of being hot. I think I know what eyesex is now. Hofuck. Dude. Revolution.
2) I appear to be maturing, because I no longer have a problem shamelessly ogling almost-blonde-lady on Burn Notice when she creatively mutilates electric fences and not being particularly ashamed of such.
On that note, I may have a fetish for petty criminals breaking into places. I have terrible taste in fetishes, I am going to date a mob lady or something and we are going to get shot or imprisoned or raise little mob babies who will kill me in my sleep one day. Most people worry about being destined to work at McDonald's, but I am going to be a moll.