About this user
Two eyes reflecting the light from the street lamp was all the glimpse I caught of you tonight. You're always hanging around, and you ll never get what you want. Not until Im ready to give it to you. I would appreciate it if you would stop going through my garbage, however. Im not throwing away naked pictures of myself or poetry that I've written you, so what you find in there that is so fascinating eludes me. It cant possibly be my damp coffee grounds or the hundred plastic straws I've chewed to nubs while trying to quit smoking.
If I could, I would swallow you whole so I would be the one in control from now on. Its so romantic, the way you stare at me when I am on the phone with someone else. Are you jealous? Do you even know my name, or am I just that silhouette against aging flowered curtains? My grandmother made them. Arent they hideous? I made little holes in them special, just for you. Wasnt that considerate of me?
Now if only you'd balls up and edge past my Rottweiler. No need to worry about Hrothgar. He only eats little people, and you look well over six foot. Unless you're on stilts or can levitate like a Buddhist manga ninja thingy person. Best to just stick to the trees or skulking in shadows with binoculars or whatever it is you stalker freaks do.
I wouldnt know. Im the picture of mental health and never consider such things.
I wonder how much longer you ll keep this up. It cant be that entertaining for you to just watch me when I wait. Whoa. What are you doing in here? Is that is that Hrothgars collar? They sell them at store, you know. There's no reason to steal from why is it wet? It looks wet. Its wet, right? Is that dude, is that blood? Did Hrothgar bite you? Man, Im sorry. He just gets a little exci... hey! Put that down. No, not the collar, my moms bra, you freak. What, think it was mine? You've got about five seconds before I call the stop. Stop right there. I mean it.
In retrospect, I feel like a hypocrite for yelling at the movie theater screen when the dumb beeOch just stands there in the face of imminent danger from a deranged madman that is wielding a blunt/sharp/hot/pointed instrument of doom.
Interests
loving, traveling, writing, reading, painting, dancing, cooking, chatting, etc
