I wanna be your lover, baby. I don't wanna be your boss.

What a good, good night. I feel like it's private somehow, and I'm not really sure why. Just rest assured it was nothing naughty -- about as far from it as you can get, in fact. Although I am home a lot later than I would like to be.

I dunno. I'm trying to hang in there and be a good sport. Korea has a lot to offer me that I'm just now coming around to, and a lot that I've been aware of all along. Right? Right.

So why can I still not phone my grams for fear that the very sound of her voice, I might start packing a suitcase?

Cool your fucking jets, girl. It ain't all like that yet.

리즈 화이팅!

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Helena said...