So I ditched phonetics this fine, beautiful morning. I felt like laying in my sun soaked bed wrapped up in my blanket cocoon with the chill air circulating all around instead. It's blissful... Tegan and Sara playing in the background: "I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me and I feel like you wouldn't like me if you met me...don't you worry, there's still time." True, to some degree.
I had a dream that Tati and I were stuck in an airport in a country where war had just broke out. We got separated, I was terrified. I told myself to wake up. Then I kissed Karina's forehead and felt better.
Infatuation is distracting when I have flashes throughout the day of her cute smile and her curly hair and her moan and her beautiful 1750s painting-esque naked body. Oh my my... Butterflies and wet vaginas. Hmmm... I could write a poem called that.
I'm calling my dad at 8:15 pm tomorrow. Let's hope the SpiritStomper doesn't come out.
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