I am CELIBATE. CELIBATE.

I CELEBRATE MY CELIBACY!

Let's have a party, but don't try to touch me.
Because I'm celibate.
Oh-so-celibate.

(At least that's what I'll tell you. I'll lean in so close, your ear just millimeters below my mouth and I will whisper, "hands off.")

Am I a terrible person?

Sometimes, I amaze even myself with my own stupidity.

Fuck.

I talked to Annie about my dreams and we came to some interesting conclusions ( Read more... )

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You are my love song.

Too bad I'm J. Alfred Prufrock.

Write me. 
Write into me.

Right into me,
you write.

Subject-verb-agreement. 
I agree, verb my subject.

Verb my

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