Sugar Overload
My roommates are ridiculously cute. It can't be normal. I know, they're engaged to be married (what a scary thought), but STILL. There has to be an end to it at some point! Right...? Or not... I mean, the sweetness comes off them in waves, and they have a super-aura of cuteness. It makes me melt and die every time I pay too close attention. I'm going to get numerous cavities and perhaps even diabetes from being in close proximity to them for so long. And they act all couple-y and communicate by making these cute little noises...
Jeez, I am so going to die from staying in their presence.
If I ever get to be that cute, please, somebody shoot me. I'm not even kidding, put me out of my misery if I ever start radiating waves like they do. Actually, I might die myself before I even got to that point.
But I probably don't need to worry. First, I'd need to find a boy to fall in love with. Then he'd have to be in love with me too (not too damn likely). And THEN we'd have to combine to create a sparkly, shiny thing that makes all else pale in comparison. So, I think I am safe. I am not much of a cute person, after all.
In the meantime, I shall suffer in sweetness.
But I shall not suffer in silence dammit!
Suou out.
Jeez, I am so going to die from staying in their presence.
If I ever get to be that cute, please, somebody shoot me. I'm not even kidding, put me out of my misery if I ever start radiating waves like they do. Actually, I might die myself before I even got to that point.
But I probably don't need to worry. First, I'd need to find a boy to fall in love with. Then he'd have to be in love with me too (not too damn likely). And THEN we'd have to combine to create a sparkly, shiny thing that makes all else pale in comparison. So, I think I am safe. I am not much of a cute person, after all.
In the meantime, I shall suffer in sweetness.
But I shall not suffer in silence dammit!
Suou out.