Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Twitterpated

I am such her bitch. She drew a quick sketch of me. All was quiet, for once. She made an odd half moan noise which I'm sure was her settling into a better position or just one of those things people do, but it drove me up the fucking wall, in a good way. When she spoke again, her voice was much higher than it usually is. Her eyes were wide. Oh lord.

She told me if I knew what she was thinking at me, I'd blush. God, I hope she was thinking what I'm thinking she was thinking.


I'm a stupid, by the way.

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