and to this, i thought, "i have patience for only one patient" which is a huge lie. which also is not necessarily relevant right now. anyways, i love you, j, but you spelled a word wrong and now i will run with that...
while i ramble on, listen to this song... click on the fucking link. now. the nuns- lazy
and then later i remembered that someone once told me to be "patience" when i basically told them i wanted to fuck them. be patience. its hard to imagine all the points of interest i saw in this situation. please try and picture all that was being processed between the meat in my head and the outside world. i really don't want to tell someone that i want to fuck them and have them tell me that they think that i should be patience. Patience about what? is your turtle penis too scared? why should i ever have to be patience when i want to fuck a guy, whom i know enjoys the experience just as much as i? and then i remember that, in fact, i am not the only female who is alive and single. i decided, in that moment, i hate that low down, dirty word... patience. especially when it applies to fucking the object of my desire. i am not a girl who likes to wait. yet, i know that if i want to figure anything out, then i must pull back on those reins so that i can seize the day. but there is something to say about the wait and about fate.
now listen to this yum-town. for those of you who may be confused, this is a link, click on it and you might just get some... Freddie McCoy - Gimme Some
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