If we live our lives the right way, then everything we do can become a work of art.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Roll me in designer sheets, I'll never get enough
Now where was I? Oh, yeah. So I took the call. Is that so wrong? I mean, I still had the Bluetooth mic in my ear so it's not like I had to squirm over to grab the phone or really even stop what I was doing for chrissake. What? Suddenly we're in love and you are my sole focus and inspiration? If you hadn't looked back, you'd hardly have noticed. It could have been someone important. Unclench, dude.
I'm a simple guy. I like y'all, but don't tell me you're a "people person", OK?
Also, if you tell me you are "straight-acting", I'll still be polite (Grandma Betsy lives on in me), but we'll be through. I read. I can love you if you don't read much, but if you read really bad shit, then I may not be able to love you. I'm liberal. Way. Who doesn't enjoy a nice trip (or a nice piece of fish)? I've traveled some, and I'll arrange my life so that I always can. Old people, babies (in their case, I think it's because my head/body ratio is similar), and your mother dig me (probably more than you do), and I'm OK with that. Know that if I am into you, I'll be amenable to just about anything. He'll be a lucky man who I aim to please. I'm aiming just thinking about you.
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