Thursday, July 28, 2005

So I arrived late for my Philosophy class yesterday because my boyfriend wanted to introduce me to his cousin. I found Robbie sitting on the cold marble floor right outside the classroom and decided to sit beside him before entering class.


As he mumbled on about plans for the final project, my eyes wandered down to his pink chucks that suited him beautifully like bare feet.


As he mumbled on about plans for the final project, my eyes wandered an inch higher and saw a patch of skin peeking out right between his bare feet and his pants.


As he mumbled on about plans for the final project, I had the biggest urge to shave his legs.


*sighs* Black twister fries.

~This is not a poem. This is merely an itch between my fingers.

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The boyfriend finally had a haircut. Mr. Pubic head has finally left for his 1 week vacation. Thanks for making my 3 o'clock. :) hehe

posted by Sentimental Garbage @ 12:09 PM