Yeah so I miss KP. I just compared him, with considerable joy and in all seriousness, to a teethed vagina, and I miss him. I want to facebook him with something like "hi, wanna hang out? long time". <- notice no capital letters and casual phrasing.
I know it's terribly bad idea. Monumentally terrible. I don't know why I want to contact him. Haven't had any contact with him for about six months. Except for daily checking his facebook profile (apart from that wonderful brief period where I killed facebook).
I had even reached a higher state of being, complete with small sitting fat men and lots of ohm-ing, where I would refuse him should he tru to re-establish the hook-up.
But Now I can feel it coming. Like a donkey can feel a storm (they like, lie down or something. Because everyone knows lying down while lightning and thunder and rain happen upon your unprotected head is a GREAT way to protect yourself from storms), that I will facebook him. I won't be able to help myself. And it will be horrible.
Maybe I should run out of the metaphorical storm (SUCK ON IT YOU STUPID ASS'!), and be dry and... comfortable or something. The dry and comfortable being getting batshit drunk while poledancing around some street-sign or another.
I think I need to get laid. It's been two months. Damn me and my not being a slut (belive me, I've tried, like having sex with AB, but that has just resulted in uncomfortable awkward sex with no joy what so ever being experienced on my part)!
On a side note, KP is a pink stormcloud in the shape of a teethed vagina.
And I'm a donkey.
Fuckin A.
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