Marry Monkey?
Oy. I AM afraid that things are just suddenly going to fall into place. I really worry that. Mark is just going to do his thang with his band. And i'm just gonna do my thang with real estate. And we'll come together and build our castle together. Is he going to be the only bf that I'll have before i marry? It just doesn't seem that practical to me. It doesn't make any sense. What about shopping around?
I've noticed, I only like to buy the same kinds of shoes. Black heels, covered toes, make my legs look hot. My sneaker are always from the same store. "La Foot", where I KNOW those are the best pair for me. Not quite perscription pair, but close enough. Food is the same way. I'm always going to love asian food, and want it all the time. I love thai food. I love laotian food. I always want it. And I'll seldom venture to different restaurants. Why try a new thai restaurant when we already KNOW Ruen Pair is the best place for Thai food? After trying a bunch of places to eat, and trying a bunch of places shoes on, i found out that Lyta just loves the convienience and dependability that she is always going to look good in black-toe-covered heels. And she's always going to like Ruen Pair. Chances are, she's always going to be looking for a guy like Mark. Someone to spoil me rotten. Someone to be around all the time. Someone to watch me prance around in my black toe-covered heels. Someone to eat Ruen Pair with me twice a week. OH MONKEY!!
But I had a pair of strappy-gold-stilleto-sandals. Those were a trip! When I tried them on, I was sure-as-hell, someone else. And I liked it. They suddenly matched every colored jeans, every dress pants, every skirt, every dress. Those shoes were so...risque. BUT THEY FIT SO WELL. Suddenly, those beloved black-toe-covered heels didn't fit as well. Suddenly, Ruen Pair wasn't the best option. Suddenly, Mark isn't the perfect guy. I'm afraid, if I commit to Mark further, those strappy-golden-stilleto-sandals just won't fit anymore.
Oh Ty. I feel so lost without you now. Weren't you suppose to kidnap me a long time ago? Where are you? I hope to God you're okay. You gotta help me clear my mind. I would love to be riding with you again. I hope you're okay.
I've noticed, I only like to buy the same kinds of shoes. Black heels, covered toes, make my legs look hot. My sneaker are always from the same store. "La Foot", where I KNOW those are the best pair for me. Not quite perscription pair, but close enough. Food is the same way. I'm always going to love asian food, and want it all the time. I love thai food. I love laotian food. I always want it. And I'll seldom venture to different restaurants. Why try a new thai restaurant when we already KNOW Ruen Pair is the best place for Thai food? After trying a bunch of places to eat, and trying a bunch of places shoes on, i found out that Lyta just loves the convienience and dependability that she is always going to look good in black-toe-covered heels. And she's always going to like Ruen Pair. Chances are, she's always going to be looking for a guy like Mark. Someone to spoil me rotten. Someone to be around all the time. Someone to watch me prance around in my black toe-covered heels. Someone to eat Ruen Pair with me twice a week. OH MONKEY!!
But I had a pair of strappy-gold-stilleto-sandals. Those were a trip! When I tried them on, I was sure-as-hell, someone else. And I liked it. They suddenly matched every colored jeans, every dress pants, every skirt, every dress. Those shoes were so...risque. BUT THEY FIT SO WELL. Suddenly, those beloved black-toe-covered heels didn't fit as well. Suddenly, Ruen Pair wasn't the best option. Suddenly, Mark isn't the perfect guy. I'm afraid, if I commit to Mark further, those strappy-golden-stilleto-sandals just won't fit anymore.
Oh Ty. I feel so lost without you now. Weren't you suppose to kidnap me a long time ago? Where are you? I hope to God you're okay. You gotta help me clear my mind. I would love to be riding with you again. I hope you're okay.