"looney for jaime"
my baby sure does treat me right! it's crazy stuff. he is good to me like you wouldn't believe.
like, he drew a heart on the etch-a-sketch pad when I was sleeping & left it on my coffee-table for me to find, in the morning. it's a funny-looking thing, too, but he claims that it took him forever, messing with those little knobs & all.
I mean, seriously, how darling is he?! when we ate breakfast at that waffle house right by the freeway, he cut his waffle into the shape of a heart & then he showed it to me, you know, his eyes all big & dewy & eager to please.
really, he is sweet like sugarcane to me, like graham crackers or honeycomb. it's fucking terrific!
he is neat-o, rock & roll, cooler than cool. he is beyond-belief pretty- I'm talking, pretty to the core.
oh I am so very silly over him!
I am practically swooning, but as far as I can tell, he is completely nutso about me too!
sure thing, I’m a mess of a gal- an absolute trainwreck- but apparently he loves all of my gummed-up organs, anyway. weird shit.
all in all, we are quite the adorable duo! we are too-cute.
I say to him, I am so happy for us, & he says, me, too.
I told him I'd never been camping before so he pitched a tent in his livingroom for us to sleep in, last night.
what's better is that he lives in the middle of butt-fucking-nowhere, where you can see all of the stars, every one. I stare up at the sky to feed my skin-and-bone eyes. I tell him, it's exactly like at the planetarium, except for it's real.
like, he drew a heart on the etch-a-sketch pad when I was sleeping & left it on my coffee-table for me to find, in the morning. it's a funny-looking thing, too, but he claims that it took him forever, messing with those little knobs & all.
I mean, seriously, how darling is he?! when we ate breakfast at that waffle house right by the freeway, he cut his waffle into the shape of a heart & then he showed it to me, you know, his eyes all big & dewy & eager to please.
really, he is sweet like sugarcane to me, like graham crackers or honeycomb. it's fucking terrific!
he is neat-o, rock & roll, cooler than cool. he is beyond-belief pretty- I'm talking, pretty to the core.
oh I am so very silly over him!
I am practically swooning, but as far as I can tell, he is completely nutso about me too!
sure thing, I’m a mess of a gal- an absolute trainwreck- but apparently he loves all of my gummed-up organs, anyway. weird shit.
all in all, we are quite the adorable duo! we are too-cute.
I say to him, I am so happy for us, & he says, me, too.
I told him I'd never been camping before so he pitched a tent in his livingroom for us to sleep in, last night.
what's better is that he lives in the middle of butt-fucking-nowhere, where you can see all of the stars, every one. I stare up at the sky to feed my skin-and-bone eyes. I tell him, it's exactly like at the planetarium, except for it's real.