...coz i'm the coolest...
...fine, fine, fine...i'm bored and wanted to post something interesting on my LJ...and to celebrate my 27th monthsary...yeah, i really counted it...hahaha...
...sarcasm is very hard to express without using your vocal chords...
...so anyway, i found this on nicole's LJ and wanted to declare it out to the world...or at least, to whomever decides to read it...hohoho...
I enjoy being with Jules so much.
I brought him breakfast this morning, although he only ate it when he really woke up in the afternoon. Sleepyhead.
I love that he smiles when he sees me. It's like, I dread the day he'll half-open his eyes and frown, thinking It's you again? What do you want now? But so far, so good.
I love how he looks when he's playing guitar. The way his fingers move amazes me. He's so cute when he sticks his tongue out when he's concentrating. I love how he looks when he's singing to his guitar. His bangs fall over his face because his hair's getting long, but not quite long enough to tie back.
When he plays and sings, I close my eyes and just... bask in the comfort that surrounds me. It's like I'm at peace and there's really nowhere else I need to be.
I love that if he's not in constant physical contact with me when we're watching T.V., he'll stroke me or touch me somehow every now and then.
I hate how he is such. A. Tease.
It's dangerous that I intensely feel his absense. Like when I'm drifting off to dreamland and he exits the room for a while, I feel like something was torn from me and left a big empty space.
I just love being around him. Beside him is the best place to rest, ever. I'm convinced, it's where I belong. Always.
...yesssss...i rock!!!...
...sarcasm is very hard to express without using your vocal chords...
...so anyway, i found this on nicole's LJ and wanted to declare it out to the world...or at least, to whomever decides to read it...hohoho...
I enjoy being with Jules so much.
I brought him breakfast this morning, although he only ate it when he really woke up in the afternoon. Sleepyhead.
I love that he smiles when he sees me. It's like, I dread the day he'll half-open his eyes and frown, thinking It's you again? What do you want now? But so far, so good.
I love how he looks when he's playing guitar. The way his fingers move amazes me. He's so cute when he sticks his tongue out when he's concentrating. I love how he looks when he's singing to his guitar. His bangs fall over his face because his hair's getting long, but not quite long enough to tie back.
When he plays and sings, I close my eyes and just... bask in the comfort that surrounds me. It's like I'm at peace and there's really nowhere else I need to be.
I love that if he's not in constant physical contact with me when we're watching T.V., he'll stroke me or touch me somehow every now and then.
I hate how he is such. A. Tease.
It's dangerous that I intensely feel his absense. Like when I'm drifting off to dreamland and he exits the room for a while, I feel like something was torn from me and left a big empty space.
I just love being around him. Beside him is the best place to rest, ever. I'm convinced, it's where I belong. Always.
...yesssss...i rock!!!...