He’s so handsome even when he’s cross-eyed.
…And his moustache smells like cinnamon <3
I liked my hair today, it most definitely looks like a wig.
I dreamt that a little bat flew through my window and crash landed on the floor. I picked him up and put him on the arm of a big leather chair. The underside of his wings looked colourful like an oil spill, he was beautiful.
I placed blueberries, blackberries and raspberries in front of his little face for him to eat, and grabbed my camera so I could photograph this precious little creature stuffing it’s face, but he devoured the berries when I wasn’t looking.
I was kinda sad when I woke up and realised it was all just a dream.
My boyfriend got home at 3am this morning, completely and utterly drunk. Professing his love for me, repeatedly, ‘I love you so much…. so much’, and blowing raspberries on my stomach and legs. I thought I might die squealing and giggling.
‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’ is on.
Craig turns and says to me,
‘You’re gonna see his willy in, like, 2 minutes…
… we can watch it together.’
We have a normal relationship, okay?
