Monday, February 13, 2012 :::

cuddle? what a fag!
 

as I'm walking out of class, back to my truck, I'm texting the bf.
I suddenly have a want to touch his arm. to feel his skin.
I smile, and realize I am that girl I make fun of.

texting him, my phone auto-corrects "omw" to "I'm a fag."
I smirk.
several months ago my boss fucked with my keyboard shortcuts.
I still laugh at them.

I groan.
menstrual cramps.
a welcome feeling after a pregnancy scare.
I smile.

I receive his, "gogo" as I unlock my truck.

I smile, think about touching his arm, and shake my head at myself.
::: posted by tinafish at 11:03 PM :::