Eskimo Slobber and Butterfly Whispers

I forgot that these posts don't have to be made up entirely of symbolism. Though fun to write, and possibly entertaining to read, it's not necessary to always write in hopes that I can relate a certain topic to a grandfather clock or the rusting hubcap on an abandoned '71 Chevelle. Too many new things are happening and my brain doesn't work fast enough to make alternate meanings for these things. So instead I'll just lay it out straight. Yo, I am fucking happy. There are so many premium people in my life who wouldn't even think about judging me (unless in a court setting. heeeyy!) and that is so great. I've always been myself but I used to have to put on a mask, if only to cover part of me. I had to censor what I would say in fear of being too weird instead of just weird enough. With the wonderful people I've met and become very close to this past year, I have absolutely nothing to worry about. Which brings me to the next awesome point. I'm a girlfriend. Not like "hey gurlfrand..look atch you gurlfrand." Eddy is golden. The bees knees. He reads this, right? You read this, right? I think it is so cool that he/you exists. I'm not trying to reveal everything that happens in our courtship (HA!) because it really ain't nobody bih'ness but ours. But for serious, apple is premium juice and Eddy is a premium guy. New Years Eve, Kwanzaa and the blue moon combined could not even come close to comparing to our night. You just texted me telling me to listen to a certain song. That's exactly what I want you to do. Not force me to do things, of course. But suggest things like listening to a song that I'll appreciate because I know that it will make me a better person. Thanks, bro. Anyway, I'm not bitter anymore about certain things because now I'm actually experiencing it. And even though I'm totally still conscious about many things relating to my self, I'm gonna try my gosh durndest to let my insecurities go. I'm cool. Eddy's the shit. So what's not to be completely 100% comfortable about. You kiss my lips with your lips, you kiss my cheek with your eyelashes. Yo, I am fucking happy.