you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.
Apologies for the inactivity as of late, I have just returned from a visit to the homeland of the good old state of Minnesota. 😎 Mama n' papa send their well wishes, but it's back to ol' mill as it were. If anybody has anything interesting to share about their own holidays, I can see about having a look if I get the time.
Haha get loved unconditionally idiot. Get absolutely fuckin cherished. Lol you're about to be hugged so hard. I appreciate you deeply as a person, what you gonna do about it? Nothing lmao
Uhuh. Look at you floundering like a fish on the beach. You’re so fucking cute. A poorly executed joke it is, then.
You did indeed! Such a good boy, trying to correct yourself. An attempt should be taken into account, I must say.
I see! Well that’s just jim dandy isn’t it, Sporus? And how appropriate, no coming home late for me as I am, ah, afflicted, with the same sickness and unfortunately had to stay at home in bed as well. So you can. Offer that proof whenever you’re ready.
Hah! I see, I see. I missed that earlier but I find it astonishing that you managed to mistake sick for gay, I mean that is a feat, even for you.
Well, let’s just say that I hadn’t already conceded to your little puppy dog eyes and let you stay home, sweetheart, I’m sure you yourself could come to some kind of conclusion that would leave all parties satisfied as well as prove the aforementioned point. Having as many talents as you do.
Call in gay? Now that’s a new excuse for the books. I believe I’ll need you to prove it and I’ll make an assessment as to whether or not it’s valid and you can ditch work.
Oh, I see. This was a ploy. A fiendish plot to get me to take you over my knee and give you what for. Very well, I accept. And how fortunate it is working hours are long over, and you're only a room over. Come. To the living room. Now.