sooooo hm spouses bestie came home with us after we went out for drinks earlier tonight. and like he totally made up an excuse to come with us. he said he was going with whoever was getting food and everyone knows I go to Whataburger if it's after 11 for a big drink and a honey butter chicken biscuit.
he saved his food!! he saved his food!! he didn't even fucking want it yet so god
then we get home and we open a bottle of wine and drink it together and then go smoke a cigarette and talk politics like all night until the siren song of Tumblr called for my melting brain.
I am so exhausted, processing ceases to exist after a certain point and my brain was so fucking gone but god I was so wet just fucking listening to him talking to me
he's so fucking hot I want him to just fucking touch me just fucking touch me just fucking touch meee!!!
I am a NIGHTMARE of a human being though honestly I need a fucking brat handler to come fuss at me AND praise me somehow all at rhe same time maybe it could be spouses bestie idk maybe just s thought bc spouse is so cute so so cute but he's not a brat wrangler, if I kick up too much of a fuss, he will back off and it's like baby no I'm literally jjst fucking being a huge cunty brat
also like I am REGULARLY embarrassing myself in our texts like just fucking sappy long messages about how I find him wonderful and then immediately transitioning into some insane shit
