drinkwhisky

The girl has slept in my bed two nights in a row, but we haven't had sex this week. I'm getting into a relationship. I don't want to do that, but somehow I know it's coming. There's going to be some day that she looks over at me and says something like, "Will you call yourself my boyfriend now?" or "Do you love me?" or some other abstract question or comment about love, commitment, or relationships. I won't know how to respond, and I'll probably just groan and cut her head off and bury her somewhere in the backyard. Or perhaps I'll just acquiesce and let her fall in love with me. Either way, it will end rudely and with someone getting hurt.

There must be a reason it's called "falling" in love. It's like being sucked into a tunnel of despair.

The new SG today is cute.