crystaldiamante

I'm always right there with the makeup.

Keith and I sing really well together.  Or at least it seems that way to me after drinking a lot of screwdrivers and snorting a lot of Ritalin.  We’re pretty amazing when we’re fucked up, and as long as we’re just as amazing when we’re not, we can basically become superstars anytime we want.  For the 4^th of July all our party plans failed, so we had another two-person party and did the same thing all over again, singing, talking, and generally screwing around until it started getting light out.  The only difference was that I put makeup on him and he kept it on when we walked down the street to a bar to hang out for a bit.  I swear I have more fun with him than anyone else I’ve met.  We’ve only been dating for three months but I can’t believe how compatible we are.

I had to leave relatively early the next day to go to a family party.  He walked out to my car with me and we laughed because it was covered in tree pollen.  I loaded my bags into the passenger’s seat and then turned to kiss him goodbye.  He said, “Drive safe.  Have fun.  I love you.”

“You just told me you loved me.”

“I know, sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.  I love you too.”

I hugged him tight around the neck and felt myself blush.  I’m so overwhelmed by him but it’s a good thing and it makes me happy.