When I am sitting at work I oftentimes daydream and distract myself with brilliantly adorable gifts/ideas/inventions, most of them revolving around my Babyface. Because I am at work, and because they ideas are so fantastic, I often will text my Babyfaced boyfriend quick snippets so that I don't forget.
That means that at any given moment during the week he will get a quick series of baffling texts, and I think he is finally getting to the point where he can open his phone, see "I WANT TO LIVE IN YOUR MOUTH" or "SMORE COLOGNE," and no longer need to reply. He just lets it happen at this point.
Thank goodness, too, because I'm pretty sure the only thing more annoying than him getting "VOODOO TEA PARTY WEDNESDAYS" at 7 AM is me getting all of his "Whaaa?????" texts in response. I am repressed, this is what happens when you are repressed.
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