I think he rubbed his memory out of my back. just my back, i dont know how long. I had the typical night i always wanted to experience or just have the knowledge that i had experienced it in my back pocket. Stupidly simple things we scoff at from afar - its ridiculous if we havent had them played out in our lives. so yer his bed his blunt his quientin terrintino movie. I would have never...im in a weird place. Im talking in simpler sentences. i think he needs to live with more of me beside him before i cast the mold of myself i want to trott along with him...my school year life is going to pump my juices freer and get me scrapping and flapping my wings they'll be enough stimulation then. There just needs to be some day time and an extreme amount of sun and oh god-medically speaking hes perfect for me.