gallas13

dear god: please please *please* do not let me fuck this up. not this time. take over my jaws and my tongue so that they say the good things, not necessarily just the right things. send one of your guardian angels to show me what to do and what not to do. this woman is so so so fucking cool i cannot even begin to describe. she's not gonna win miss america. nobody in sweden is gonna call her up and and give her an award for changing the world. but she's the xx version of my xy. or maybe the other way around? but even she said so. and she's got so much attitude it makes my bones hurt. and maybe my little engine, too. maybe.

there's some serious plate tectonics going on here.

she dates boys in rock bands. i have no band. but i have a pretty slick record collection. does that count?

deep deep breath.

gregory isaacs - do your stuff.

and god, if not- if it's just smoke and mirrors, if it's just me being a silly boy - send in the soldiers to circle the wagons around my little 4 valve so that it doesn't get bruised again. send them in *r.i.g.h.t. f.u.c.k.i.n.g. n.o.w.* god. got it?

okay.

sincerely,
tommy