...before my boyfriend arrives. We have GRAND plans tonight: I'll probably watch him snood for the first
hour few minutes, then we're watching some 1980's slasher movie "Prince of Darkness", then I'll listen to him make some fart noises, and then...who knows? The night is ours! But most likely after that's all done we'll just gaze lovingly into each other's eyes as we fall asleep tangled in a knot of love....because that's the
only way we sleep. We actually don't even sleep at all, we just gaze... all. night. long. gaze, gaze, gaze, gaze, gaze.
I'm just fooling you!
Gazing is creepy...just like your uncle.
Wow. You can blame this post entirely on Pete and all the time it takes him to get ready. Most of that time is not even spent on getting dressed at all, most is actually spent dancing in front of his mirror and E-He-ing like Michael Jackson*. So yeah, this post? All his fault.
*True story.
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He's a keeper.
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