Roasting time: (I am just in the mood) Line by Line.
Where are we going? The city over?
My lips are kashmiri chai, not coffee.
And eww, why are you collecting my hair for perfume to spray it on yourself? I know I smell like cookies, but is that hygienic?
And why are you wasting my toilet paper? I don’t use that for my bum, but my nose! Probably sprayed my hair perfume on that too!
I send you them post cards because If you knew my phone number this might get way more creepier.
And now I know why it’s looking like a jungle in here! Is that a baboon in the corner? EEK!
Fam, the side of my neck feels rough, I hope you put conditioner in that blanket, because I sure need some on my neck!
I like my bed messy, it feels inviting, made beds just give the bugs a better chance to crawl up the sides. It’s a proven fact dust mites don’t like a messy bed!
Pancakes for dinner are Ok with a side of shami kabaabs and who eats hot pizza for breakfast? Cold is best!
And please don’t stand on the couch, it’ll get lumpy.
And why are you in my room looking at the stars?
And that’s what I’ve been hearing at 3 am? Man, I thought I actually was haunted.
And sitting next me as I sleep? Don’t you sleep? I guess not because you’re dancing in the kitchen and have decided to pull out a typewriter and retype a book you could get for $3 online.
I feel like I have been stalked.
(this was for fun purposes only.)
