weekly update

i am moving by the smallest of inches.

i gave up on a “clean” August and had fun last night.

HE made me think of a poem and of witchcraft.

and the texting is getting a bit, risqué.

Colt calls him my boyfriend but i can firmly say he’s a crush. i do have a crush on him. it’s as far as i want to call it.

and with talking to the new kittens last night, there is a rule i need to tell HIM about.

i feed you, i touch you.

he fed me, he gets to touch me.