he has opened boxes. not the wrapped big boxes, but the smaller unwrapped ones. and he opened every one, like on a conveyer belt, and i sat at the other end, and watched. what were my boxes now belong to him.
im fucking frightened. he’s a monster. he is chasing me and ____ across a hot desert. and alll i have to do is run, but my foot is severed at the ankle. im in fucking agony, near to blacking out. i gotta run, like this, on hot sand.
he and i get married in st paul’s cathedral. he and i, we are getting married.its a big jamboree, music and dancing, a big party. and im so fucking happy.
Anon Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2005 13:43:08 +0000
Currently Observing: Love’s Most Ouch
Currently Submitting: Tax Return
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Haha .. now which love-potion did you take? I think you are suffering from some side-effects though, but oh, well, as long as you are FUCKING HAPPY, right? Grab a seat there!!! Hugs, Astrid.
my congratulations to the groom. and my congratulations to the, erm, groom.
I seem to have confused some people. It was sent to me as an email by X whose gender is female. Her description of falling in love, quoted with her permission. Thus attributed to the great Anon.
oohhh…i get it. =)