Today is SUNDAY

I don't understand the point in today.
I have taken part in this day in the past
But I don't put some sort of emphasis on it
And it doesn't define anything about me
Nor do I care that I'm not doing anything this year.

Everybody at Cempazuchi is getting laid tonight.

Jennell: "Whoa!"
nodding & smiling
"Genghis Kahn had a lover."



I think I might be transforming into a puddle of gelatin.

I wanted to tell you that your smile makes my winter warmer
That your hugs send my mind into another realm
And that I think about you when I don't even realize I'm thinking
When you ask me what I'm thinking, I'm thinking about you
And I won't answer you with that
Because I realize it sounds childish
Or cliche
Or whatever the fuck it sounds like.

I like you.
Simply.

To elaborate:
I like being with you.
I like what we have in common.
I like our differences.
I like your face.
Your hands.
Your shoulders.
I welcome your touch.
I like to wink
Because it makes you smile
I genuinely care for you.
I hope that's OK
'Cause I hardly know you.



I like you because you are dorky enough to be mine.