I swear I don't know why people don't more enjoy being sent off
I swear I don't know why people don't more enjoy being sent off.
Do you know how excited I be, looking forward to doing whatever with SM1? THERE'S DAMN NEAR STAGES TO THE EXCITEMENT 🤩🤩🤩
All the songs on the radio become her...every genre, every tempo, every fantastic dramatic scenario (though generally not contemporary r&b cuts...she's like every song about her and less like songs by H.E.R.
Then there's all the imaginary dates...every dynamic to-do to-do event, every club I would normally never think about, every unturned adventure in a bottle I'd set aside (I've got a hole in the wall karaoke spot, a new crepe place, and a left over adventure I never got into from before with a very sociable BDSM leather set that may or may not be racist...it might be worth a late night 🤷🏿♂️
And then if we don't go out (BECAUSE AGAIN WE ARE SEND OFFs...Just Us Linking Up is a quasi miracle)...DUDE do you know how much my parents love her? They see her once a decade yet she's their all time fav, which makes sense as she's my fav, and parents share that sense of familiar taste that we so value in pets and babies, they like what we like, innately. Even better, they like the things that I love...I beyond love her...they much better than like her...

















