Sometimes my lips don't know who they want to kiss and my back doesn't know with whose burden it is stacked.
- Her: Thinking about sex makes me wants sex
- Me: Thinking about sex makes me want hands to hold me
- Her: You are such a girl.
- Me: I'm a bird and a flower with a pussy.
- Her: I wish I knew what that meant. Is that some metaphor shit?
- Me: No. Its just how I'm feeling. I don't think wanting hands means I'm a girl. Or that only girls want hands.
- Her: But anyways, I'm just teasing. Hands are important. They are the parts that care the most.
- Me: Hands and backs. They care the most.
Weeks 3 + 4 of being vegetarian
-Tried tofu for the first time…wasn’t feeling it
-QUINOA! so versatile:
Eat like oatmeal with brown sugar and cinnamon or
chop some onions and pecans and toss it in raspberry vinaigrette
-Survived a bbq (thanks for the pasta!)
-Had tofu pad thai…now that was very yummy!
-Discovered the veggie sandwich at Potbelly.
Love poems have become the easiest to write. Its the most copious thing in my life.
