smitten.

someone -points to myself- is hella smitten.

this is like, a whole lot for me to take in right now to be
completely honest with you fellow bloggers, stalkers,
fans, freaks & frauds.

i like him. i'm not even going to lie about this. i like this
man. a lot.

i also like my pimp status. i like my pimp status a lot. i've
been single for years, literally, and have since picked up
and owned this single life thing like a master of aces. i
don't think you can find a better single person who is as
good as i am at being single. truly, i doubt you could.

with THAT being said, i'm nervous. honestly speaking,
i'm nervous that giving up the familiar will lead to akward
moments, blushing cheeks, girly shit like "bbbaaabbbeeee,
i miss yyooouuuu." or "baby, i wanna seeee yyyooouuu."
-blinks- i mean that shit is cute & sweet & nice but is it me?
that's the question i've been asking myself: Am I female
enough to be THE female in a 1 on 1 situation?






after much thought, yes. yes i can be the female & while,
admittingly i'm not always the best female bc i'm crude
as fuck & say shit like "suck my dick" when you piss
me off, i am down to be the best female i can be. there is
something very reassuring, comforting and well, at the risk
of already sounding girly, sweet about the idea that with the
clash of personalities that is him & i at times, it's working it's
way out. he appreciates that i'm fuckin' completely insane,
lack most moral limits, have the mouth of a sailor, the dirty mind
of what would seem like a love child from the likes of Ron
Jermey and Jenna Jameson. he laughs at the corny shit i
come up with because he knows i'm so serious about being
corny. i'm full of oxymorons, childish sex jokes, aloofness,
crazy dreams that are only ever half way started or finished
and yet.....he seems to dig it.


this man, with all the flaws of being a human pushed aside,
might just be a saint for putting up with me for any extended
amount of time.





peace.
-fresh.