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i've been informed that creative people are all supposed to have some kind of process. personally, i think most of us are just winging it and hoping no one notices. i'm curious,which camp do you fall into? are you actually one of those people with a proper creative process, or have you just become very good at making chaos look intentional? @hyunjinhw

that's actually such a deep question, because doesn't it depend on the circumstances? let's say i'm extremely stressed out, my mind is racing a thousand miles an hour, and i haven't slept properly for days. then i'd say the second option, for sure. but if i'm feeling inspired, the muse is musing, then there aren't really any limits to what i can do. everything from spiritual dances to poetry and art. what about you?

is that really what you want me to tell you, though? you want me to lie straight through my teeth? listen, babe, i might be a lot of things but a liar isn't one of them. pretty good so far. busy, but good. yeah? count me the fuck in. but how are you doing?

depends.. how soon is "soon"? and more importantly, does it require me to move from my current spot on the couch that i've apparently become emotionally attached to? it's a facebook complicated relationship at this point.

i mean... i might have noticed a few things cause your gazes would linger. so i wasn't too oblivious. i'm glad my opinion matters the most to you. you know i don't mind, babe. i love hearing you say whatever is on your mind. yeah but we both know i don't mind that you are sensitive. you're welcome~ a bath sounds tempting though i'd be up for us visiting a spa together. that would be really nice. yeah? i can't help being tempting here though i can wait for the perfect moment for us.

and none of that made you think that maybe i'd become a little too interested in you? of course your opinion matters the most, babe. it'd be kind of weird if it didn't. maybe i just don't want my train of thought to become too much for you. but hey, i've at least taught myself to pour all that clutter into dancing or painting instead. then how about both? i can run you a bath, and tomorrow afternoon we can go to a spa. either way, i'll see if i can book us an appointment. i can't have you walking around in pain. so, how about we rent a cabin somewhere private?

i was already a a moscato and mojito whisperer, i thought i'd up my game with mosquitos now. so... nothing yet then? since you're saying you need the action? i thought you were planning on sexing it up in milan? what the hell happened? in my opinion, everyone else was, so it was like intimacy was in the air. i thought for sure. okay, peter pan... relax. you could never. google told me that mosquito's actually hate your blood and they think you're yucky, but they're doing it because they love me. says the one also in a relationship with someone in the same group. pot meet kettle. we've already kind of done that, but we're all planning on going to the lake sometime soon. i mean, i think so? unless plans have changed. what was that, rob?

and what exactly is a mojito whisperer? do you somehow make them taste mintier, or what are we working with here? i was, but at the same time i wanted the moment to be perfect and ... i don't know, a little more intimate. so i'm planning a little getaway for just the two of us, somewhere far away from everyone. which, now that i say it out loud, sounds like i'm plotting his murder, but i promise it's just because i want as much privacy as possible. you don't fucking say. lixie and i practically had to cover our ears most nights. what the hell was in the air in milan? it felt like we were trapped in some sketchy motel in the middle of the red light district. not yucky. i'm beautiful as an irish meadow after a soft rain, come at me. touché. but at least we're not the band that's basically a soap opera waiting to air. wait, are you doing another in the soop? fuck, can i come!? actually, no.. it's your time to bond. but fuck, i wanna go. fuck off, khloe.

my smile? i don't know. they're probably like 'who's this doofy dude?' and then they realize how good i smell. all thanks to my precious perfume. and be your guy's third wheel? yuck. you're gonna be all lovey dovey. well... if i said i was sad, would you spoil me with a coffee? or two?

probably, but that doesn't change the fact that you still have one of the most beautiful smiles i've ever seen. i mean, who wouldn't fall for a guy with a smile straight out of a colgate commercial who smells incredible? and what's so terrible about being all loved up? coffee? tell you what, i'll even give you full access to my wardrobe. pick whatever outfit you want. just.. not versace.

i think i have a pretty valid excuse for ghosting you on kakaotalk... comeback. been a little busy with that. but you know what? i freaking fucking miss you, so let's find a day where we can hang out, just the two of us.