The issue with my future roommate has nothing to do with Switch. He and I are not in a relationship, we are not monogamous. Last night was actually basically my last night with him before he departs for the real world for his grown up job.
The problem is in the fact that I will be living with her and that there is this sexual tension there.
So, yes, nothing to do with Switch. He’s not my boyfriend.
“Why are you so cruel?”
It’s something that she asks from time to time, though the circumstances often vary. Sometimes, it’s in a vaguely smug sort of way. Sometimes it’s a whine. Or through tears. Or under a moan.
His answer, however, is always the same.
“Because you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Books. I love them. I love the smell of old ones. I love having to put creases into the bindings of new ones to keep them open.
You all stick around for me professing my love for some of my crazy shit, but want to help me out with another one of my loves?
Recommend books. Really. Right in my ask-box. I want to know what you read. I want to know what’s moved you. I want to do a great deal of reading this summer and I would love your help. I’ve found an old gift certificate for a reasonably good amount of money to a bookstore and I want to put it to good use.
<3, Ivy
Because I’m curious if you picture me as an old, lonely woman with 400 cats or 400 pound man who lives in a basement in suburban Ohio.
So, I seem to get all these sudden influxes of people with no clear reason. And, I’ve always kind of been curious. Followers, new and old, I ask you: how did you find me?
Feel free to just reply to the post and drop it in my askbox.