|Originally posted by Halcyon+On+On |
Rose, I would like to listen to the Black Eyed Peas with with you and sip Apple Pucker. That would be a good night. At the peak moment of crunkiness, I would reach out to caress one of your many elbows, and your eyes would twinkle in uncomfortable disapproval at my base violation. And then I would disappear to the bathroom for 23 minutes. Tonight's gonna be a good, good night.
Oh to be the Soul Glo binding her strands together, seeping into the follicle for yet another winter.