Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Proof that I am, in fact, a teenage girl:

I hate you because I love you so much. You are consuming me from the inside out like a wonderful disease. Your voice trickles through my veins like oxygen and the way you say my name. . . It makes me forget all other things and I only wish to memorize every fleck of color in those eyes of yours. I want to breathe you in. And I want so much more than that and I hate you for it, I really, really do.

1 comment:

Trixie said...

Hey honey,
Adore your blog. Among other things, it gave me a new definition of innocence: A girl who says she finds 'permiscuity' to be quite unattractive. (Don't worry, I can't spell either - for instance, I had real problems with 'innocence'...)
"No need to fear the wind if you wear nice panties."