GMCRedneck [7:46 P.M.]: hows lil bit doing
Itzy Bitzy Baby [7:46 P.M.]: sitting on my lap, taking a shit
GMCRedneck [7:46 P.M.]: lol lovely
Itzy Bitzy Baby [7:46 P.M.]: it's pretty gross
GMCRedneck [7:47 P.M.]: its a sign of love lol

Itzy Bitzy Baby [7:47 P.M.]: mhm
Itzy Bitzy Baby [7:47 P.M.]: it's good to know she's comfortable enough with me to poo while sitting on my lap
Itzy Bitzy Baby [7:47 P.M.]: -glows-
GMCRedneck [7:48 P.M.]: lol yeah its a warm feelin
Itzy Bitzy Baby [7:48 P.M.]: litterly



LOL I love being a mommy

( Nothing is sweeter than filling those dreams to the brim with hope and nothing is sweeter than realizing those dreams are false ideas of love.. )

We prefer to be categorized in sub genres. We opt for meticulous separation. My apologies for I haven't been myself lately. I am not at liberty to say but I can tell you that timing is critical. Modulate me. It's oh so typical. Excite me. Switch up the protocol. All options have been exhausted so we have resorted to slightly embarassing means. I am dressed in black eyes and IVs, attire you wouldn't be caught dead in. This car ride is cutthroat. My eyes are bloodshot, my veins are blood clot. Don't look now but we're driving this thing right off the edge of the earth. She read my words and swiftly replied, "You're sad as fuck." She read my words and didn't say a fucking thing.

friends only..