If you’re a lucky boy I’ll let you sneak a peek

Joshua insists that not only has it been clear for weeks, ever since I ahhhhherm. Broke his concentration training, and uhm.  Any of you gentlemen out there.. who have any sniper training… rofl.

Nevermind that.

I can use his first name.  It’s taken me so long to wrap my head and all of the brain cells within it around the synapses and neural networks that might possibly comprehend that I am no longer actually bound by any duty at all to even … pretend anything at all.

Hells to the yes, me and my man, together at last in heart. We’ve moved universes and figured out our way, and the next step is just to figure out when and where to marry first.  Since we’re such fans of making parades of things. Driving about, visiting family, touring, ahem, the delicate folds and crevasses of this country and rising upon those heaving rocky mountains to look upon those broads… i mean.. the plains of.. i mean.. the entendre machinery and my poeticism, I … so hard.. fuckkkkkkkkkkk

 

 

ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLAN A WEDDING FML

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