Yeah, I’m a little drunk.
I want to write for some stupid reason, but I don’t know why.
Like, I’m so ready to just study study study, but then shit goes wrong and everything goes wrong. Fuck it. I resort to doing things and hoping that something will work out in my favor, but to no avail, so drinking it is!
I just want to tell him. I want to tell him that I like him a lot, probably more than I should. His stupid cute face, his strong body, his hands no matter what they are doing, dat ass, his big brown eyes, his big perfect toothy smile, his stupid haircut, Dammit. DAMMIT. He’s too fucking perfect. WHY!?!?!?!!?!?
Yes, I am drunkish, thanks for asking.
But really, why can I just talk to people and tell them what I’m thinking and feeling and shit, what am I so afraid of? BLEH.
But it’s more than just physical, he’s funny and witty and goofy. He’s smart and his memory is superb. He also enjoys the cuddles and the sexies and has yet to be a total jackass to me.
Ugh. Why can I not just wake up to his stupid cute face and oven of a body? Why do I gotta wait for the weekend? Poop. I’m in over my head, way in over my head, these fucking Marines, what can you even do?
I just want to take him a giant cookie and tell him I like him a lot too.
