Listen, I’m smart enough to want to take things slow with him, he lives across the country for now, and so, I have to take it slow, and I’m trying not to be too forward, but on my life I want to sit him down and sit on his lap, and do all of the dirty things I’ve been thinking about doing with him. I want him so god damn bad I can’t think most days.
Why do we have to be 1300 miles apart.















