everyone who reads this knows that poota and i are in gurl love. obvi. so her moving to Savannah, what with its dreamy coffee shop baristas, marc jacobs, and raisin brans running around, i am utterly distraught. so much so that i am thinking about getting a new fone and new plan that includes more mins cuz right now i teeter too close to going over every single month. its terrible. the godz and oprah are against us totez. we have been trying to live together for years now and the timing is always stinky. either we are having mental breakdowns or are not talking to each other or dont have enough money. whatev. it will happen whens its supposed to. besides in 5 years we are gonna get married anyway. sorry 2.83.
she is starting this whole new life and i am totez missing out on being there. it suxxx. and i do not like it. i want us to meet to in the morning and have coffee on the steps and say good morning to the hookers as they start their day. what more could you ask for, really? savannah wouldnt know what to do with hurself if we lived together in the same town. the city would eat itself and live anew. like the jungle. maybe thats what 2012 is about. thats when poota and i will get to finally converge in the same town, in the same house. the world wont know what to do with itself. maybe the mayans got it wrong.
think on that interweb world.
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We are two totally awesome ladies who lived the life of celibacy for eight months. It sucked but we both learned alot. Bookcase lives in the mountains of the south and is classy and assertive, baking her muffins and walking her rottweiler. Pootalatte (me) lives in the coastal marshlands of the south and I am wild and emotional, going to college and walking my yorkie/chihuahua. We basically talk about our sex lives and being single/not single/maybe single?
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