these aren't boobs. these are boys. and me. and beer. this is old, but i like it.
kate read my post about her looking at her boobs. haha. she threatened to do a fake post on my blog. a post about how I came home and looked at my boobs all day. then I woke up & I had dreamt about them all night.
I dreamed about boobs all night. yeah. that was pretty cool.
then she accused me of being obsessed. "god dell, you’re obsessed"
"it's all boobs boobs boobs with you"
then she called me titsianna
& i called her boobalada
and she's gone to bed and i bet she's dreaming about BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS.
but that's ok kate. boobs are pretty cool.