"Christopher Jordan Wilkinson - You're playing DDR with Mick right now and I'm finding you pretty darn cute. The faces you make when you're trying to concentrate (mixed with the fact that you are trying to concentrate on something as funny as DDR with nerdy Mickey) makes my heart vomit a tiny bit. But it vomits good things, not half digested food mixed with stomach acid like my tum does. My heart vomits kisses and little baby hearts and confetti and christmas candy and rainbow easter eggs and chocolate milk. That's how you make me feel baybee. Now to spin this bitch, I'm going to get sappy on you. Not tree sap - vag sap. My secretions, I'm going to get them on you. Slob on that knob. Your knob. Just joking. We don't do that. We make good ol' sweet baby makin' love. And it's rays of the white light from heaven spotlighting on our nekkid bodies when we get on down between the bed sheets. I'm going to close that door now however, because what I have for you is a little more than that beautiful bliss of attraction towards your handsome face you god damn stud. Your heart and mind are the most wonderful things I've ever come across. This is srs. I treasure the shit out of you. Not literal shit, more like proverbial. So pleeze never shit on me. Save your butthole for the cakez. For my birthday cake. December eighth two thousand nine. Twenty one yearz old and then you and I can go to bars together! And dance! I love the way you dance. Even though it's super goofy and not at all smooth (or maybe it's too smooth? :D) I'm just a tiny bit proud to get dibz on you. Yur mai varry fayvurettez boi ohn dis plahnit. Don't see that changing any time soon. The day it doesn't feel good to plant those big old nig lips of yours straight on my mouth is the day I plug up my vagina and become a nun forever and ever. Never stop calling me Stine either. Warms up my little heart organ every time."
^And there's the shape of true love ladies and gentlemen.
I have a door knob sized bruise on my hip. I will slaughter the little man called Jared Dante Wangenstein. There's money on that muhfuk'n promise. Recording music with him when he drinks FAILS every time. I have a few short term goals for the next few days.
Today
- Mawm's house.
- Netflix.
- Bath with my new sci-fi book.
- Cheesecake.
- Rocky Road milkshake.
- Spinach and mozzarella raviollis.
- Brush my hair.
- Make a resume.
- Craigslist. A lot.
Future
- Get good at DDR.
- Finish recording.
- Finish the Daniel Johnston Documentary.
- Watch the other two documentaries.
- Finalize moving plans.
- Spend a whole day on the prowl for a money making scheme/job.
- Find a way not to miss my boyfriend.
Ready. Set. Go.
