Thursday, 19 January 2012
05:12:56 AM (GMT)
And myself. Pigged out badly. I just wanna die every time I think about it. But they
Run during rehearsal. Felt like I was about to pass out and actually, I crave that.
A lot. The feeling where you run so much, your heart can't stand it.
It's like a punishment for having such a repulsive body.
Anyways, I made Branden pancakes today. And got him orange tic tacs. You know the
Is perfect when he spins you around, grabs you by the waist and kisses you,
Gets picky about the way you hold his hand because he wants your hand to squeeze
His, he gets picky when you give him just a peck on the lips,
Let's you bite his arm and nibble his fingers, let's you wear his pants, rubs his
Against yours, gets overprotective against other guys for fear he might lose you,
Calls you kitty cause you call him puppy, would rather freeze so I won't, starts
being a nerd
Around you, tells you he wants to teach you how to skate (im not the skater girl
Discusses C++ with you and you pretend to understand, he loves Stephen King, loves
reading in general,
plans on taking you On a date to a haunted house, etc.
Hmm. I wanna take a nap with him.