So the Cutie-sans-acronym have been spending a lot of time together lately. This is mostly my doing, but he doesn't seem to mind me clinging to him like some sort of social octopus. (8 arms to hold him, you know)
I hope he realizes that making fun of him on my iTunes playlist because he doesn't like dieselsweeties is my way of saying "I'd like to jump your bones."
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.