I'm farting my ass off in this cafe. My stomach feels like it has an eel swimming inside of it. yes, I am officially informing you dear readers and passers-by that James and i are having an open relationship. We are not boyfriends, we are really close friends who have sex and go out on dates. We are authorized and permitted to go out with anyone we want and be interested in people whoever they maybe except for the ones that are rather "dangerous" both to our physical and psychological health...and social sad diay. I promised myself not to text him unless he contacts me first. He called me this noon, was concerned coz av txtd him something about me that something happened to me daw. I don't want that. i want him to text me coz he misses me. Coz he misses his "boyfriend", not his little brother. I want him to want me. anyway, the leaves are wet and glossy, everywhere there is green that smells like leaves' souls oozing out. Randy's really cute. and I'm Russ. bearer of the earth's ingrotesquaries...(fuck the spelling)...artist...foe...friend....eater....person...nonetheless.
peace and love.I should stop cussing. Pardon me God.
