Remember the previous post mentioning I won't ever talk about Butiki again? Well. I can't get my brain to shut the freak up yakking about him. He's lying on my bed right now, asleep, half-naked, hungover, with his hands thrown aback, his legs folded and wide open like a clam shell. Color him green and he'll resemble a drunk torpid frog. Finally, he's fallen asleep. My little angel.XP Homigod, did I just say my little angel?? Waaaaaaaaahhhh. He's an angel only when asleep.

When you put Butiki and I together we're this one supernova of cosmic energy. We don't run out of things to talk about, think about, laugh about, sing about, dance about, et cetera, and we just can't fucking sleep. We've been together five days in a row (Where's your share for the rent, damn it!) and it's just funny that I'm not getting BORED. You know boredom. The only main reason I ran away from nearly all my relationships is pure mind-numbing intellectual inertia. When I'm done deciphering a dude--his personality, quirks, mannerisms, sense of humor, and whatnot--I feel like I've just solved a block of Rubik's cube in one sitting. Five days. Five freakin sleepless days of sex, passion, alcohol, laughter, and blahdeeblah, all those things impassioned couples choochoo about. Methinks it'll take a lifetime to solve my Butiki Mystery. We are smothering each other, crazy for each other, that I have accumulated eggplant-purple bite marks all over my body. So when we couldn't sleep a while ago, despite him being frazzled from work, I made a rule that if any of us ever say a word I'd have to sleep on my yoga mat. Long story short, we fell asleep after getting tired of resorting to body language.

I am so fucking happy I swear.XD I'm HAAAPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!!!XD I'm happy hysterically berserk!

We swigged Red Horse at BaKu yesternight--make that this morning--with Kalabaw, Dimples, 50 Cent, Strawberry, and Snake. I can't remember much but after the binge I was crying and snuffling like a broken fire hydrant spraying water in all directions. Butiki was bone-drunk and so was I, as he witlessly took advantage of my vulnerability, forcing a scene inside my head of my life without him. I didn't remember anything that happened last night until he mentioned it this morning. Errr. Just what the fuck was that all about?

He is my weakness. Uuuuukkkkkk.XP This is the first time in my life that I have been weak and I fucking love it!

I learned something about him today!XD He told me why he hates squids. Ayaw niya kumain ng pusit. Pinaglihi daw kasi siya sa pusit kaya may ink blots--balat--sa may bandang kaliwang temple niya. What's pinaglihi in English?o_0

Hooooooo. He is my Squid Ink.:D I love my Squid Ink.:D

Yesternight--what happened yesternight?? I was on my way to work when I spun my heels around, went home, and asked him to come over. Wait, I didn't ask him to come over. It was optional to come to work anyway so I asked him to decide whether I'm gonna go to work or not. Hemingway, blahdeeblahdeeblah. Methinks yesternight's binge forced me to shovel most of my money on the table.XP The thing about me when I'm squiffy or bibulous or intoxicated--they all mean the same thing anyway.XP--is that I always offer to pay for everything. If I had the dough to cover for the entire bill last night I could've been unstinting.

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