Holy mother of casseroles!
I can't take it anymoooooore!!
*Breathes heavily* Okay, so let me explain why I'm cursing casseroles. It's because I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think properly ANYMORE. ...Okay. So maybe that was an exaggeration. But it feels somehow like that. And the cause behind this...this absurd episode? Tama Winogradski's bandanna.
YES. I KNOW. I'm actually paying attention to him! That's, like, something I mentally swore never to ever do!
It's hard not to look, okay? His seat is in bloody front of me. And it the tail dangles mockingly before my eyes! AAHRGH. I'm going insane. All I honestly want to do right now is pull the damn bandanna. I just want to pull it! My fingers are itching to pull iiiittt.
And now, every time Tama's near my eyes just get stuck on his head.
He must think I'm a creeper, but nonetheless LOVES the attention. It sickens me to think of that... But I just can't stop thinking about it.
I think that if he allows me to pull it just once, I'll get over this... I should just ask him, right? I should... But... Why am I so scared to ask him? JUST ASK HIM.
JUST ASK HIM
Posted on Saturday, October 2, 2010 at 1:02 PM
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3 comments:
No, PULL THE DAMN THING! PULL IT! He would be in shock and probably like the fact that you were interested in him.
Oooh, makes me want to pull the bandanna. Good thing that he's in the same house as mine. hihihiiii!
Damn it. You had to blog about it. Now I wont be able to sleep early tonight thinking about that...
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