Can't Get Enough

Of pissing people off for not turning up every time we set up a date.

Yes, apparently it's my hidden, most well known talent.

No reason can make up for my absence on your day(s) out. I'm a horrible friend when it comes to sniffing the polluted air. I much rather stay in the house with Bassie and foods abundant in colours, textures and everything else in between.

The only person I don't feel bad about ditching is the person my mother prefers me to hang with. It's terrible having to look at his face everytime I laugh once he turns his back on me. He doesn't look like someone I can have my gibberish talk with. I am positive he's interested in something else besides my weird sense of taste.

Well off without any disillusions of someone new approaching your being.

For you though, I can't help myself from enjoying hiding behind your back so that I will not be seen by those I do not wish to exchange words with. Guess nothing stays when you move around a lot. Like a daddy long legs catching up to me in the shower. Those little creeps.