//hearing aid: everyday i love you less and less - kazier chiefs

russ has left to go fishing in the open sea. i miss that anal prince.

its burden king and dood (that's me) to fend for ourselves. no arm-wrestling, head butting, romping, hooking and any sort of strenous activity till anal prince gets back.

oh yes.

the beef soup yesterday was ohmygourd orgasmic till the last pepper cod.

and shooting stars with anal prince was fun. yes we made fun of every possible thing.

anal: "eh, go read the directions on how to warm the brownies leh."
me: "it says here on the box: turn left at street 21"

anal: "help! my hands are soapy! my mucus is coming out of my nose!"
me: where's your tissue?
anal: don't have!
me: you don't have tissue in your kitchen?! what next? no ice in your ice tray?
anal: hurry up! mucus! (sniff)
me: oh my gawd. you really don't have ice in your ice tray!
anal prince rubs nose on something.

me: eh. i'm gonna miss you when you're gone.
anal: how long have you known me?
me: 7 years why?
anal: and you still dare to lie to me?!

lots of laughing and hitting later, we had brownies. curled up in front of the tv with shooting stars still shooting crap.

i missed sitting in front of the tv and making fun of all the unglam shots with my two favourite boys.
well, burden king was out with the girlfriend.

sigh. i miss my anal prince.