I'm sort of over here now hehe. Hevvin convinced me the anon thing was getting sort of... uh... limiting? So... Ta-da!

I actually have another thing to tell you...

Works for me. Also- I meant to tell you, I'm dyeing my hair soon. Hevvin works part-time at a beauty school and he's gonna help me with it. It's gonna be ombre, fading from my natural black to a nice pastel lilac color. It's gonna be hell because I have so much hair but I think it'll be worth it.

If you even try I was find a step ladder and punch you in the throat. Not for real cause I have the physical confrontational capacity of a newborn giraffe but I think you get the point. I am not an armrest dammit, I am a motherfucking princess and I demand to be treated as such.

I've always had fantasies about someone sucking hickies into my stomach in the shape of a heart. I tried to tell you I was small, and not just short either. I hardly weigh 105 pounds. You could pick me up and sling me over your shoulder if you wanted to.

You know you may be a whole head taller than me but that just gives me the excuse to curl my fingers in your shirt and pull you down to my height. Or if I'm cooking at the stove you're the perfect height to wrap your arms around me from behind and rest your chin on my shoulder. And I wouldn't mind spending a lot of time in your lap, distracting you when we watch movies, sucking deep red marks into your neck and jaw so anyone and everyone knew you were mine and only mine...

That's always my mission.

My mission is complete.