No Nerve, Never

here's the thing

crutcha is a poet. we've seen proof of that many times over.
she has so much love to give, so much baking to do.
me, not so much.
don't get me wrong, this shit IS right for once. but maybe, maybe i just dont want to talk about it.
despite the winks and the hotlists and the incessant viewing of my profile,
i am done with the online, and i am done with the random dating.
because i, dear readers, am in love (again).
yes, it's a strong word to use, but if imma word grid with him, then imma word grind with you.

and word grind we did.

we're back. don't deny it.
back then you had me at your musical preferences. you were just as nuts as i was when it came to politics and vieques.
you knew Wiso G.
this time around it was your Jonestown reference. the fact that you called me the heiress to the "Popcorn" fortune.
you met Tito Kayak.

no need to grope women anymore.
no need to worry about Chappelle.
that lesbian art show? nah nah.
we're not doing Chappelle Netflix Night, vegas boy.
and Boom? Boom can stop looking at my profile cause,
I AM NOT BOHEMIAN MOD.

i hate Rutgershire.
i love La UP.

it's a bright new day.

posted by Cristina @ 8:13 AM