Do I need to put your name on future stories Rebel Tornado or do you trust I am only talking to You?
I take the train tomorrow. Tonight my mom, who is fine despite your song, will take me to Pittsburgh - yes my mommy "is driving me to the choo-choo" - then tomorrow it's bon voyage mountains and space and fresh clean smelling air to return to the place where you are.
Other than you, NYC doesn't have a lot to say for itself I don't mind missing. I know you came looking for the perfect man cough. So did I. Woman that is. Found!
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How are you, perfect woman, today? I swear if there was a nationwide vote for the "the hottest American girl", and you submitted that Blink-182 skit, you'd win.
What do I mean when I say you;re hot? Means you're full of sexy spirit. Means an ass-kicker at life. Means Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom, Your're a ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, atomic bomb!
Hello, world, you're a wild girl. You're a ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, atomic bomb!
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Finally getting to enjoy your singing and... the face you make when she tells you her mom died is dead on bullseye hilarious. "Oops. Oh well. Back to me!" Lol.
Selfishness is sexy.
Selfishness is really sexy.
(I will never be selfish towards you)
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If you haven't always been a prankster you're certainly itching to be. You could really be mean to men by teasing them on camera. You could lead them into a bus. Real or artistic. And you're so attractive they wouldn't even hear you're making fun of them. "She's talking to me she's talking to me" is all they'll be able to think.
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Either I am the voice inside your head or I'm the voice inside just mine. You're reading. Or I am talking to myself. There are enough points on this graph that I believe it. But you're the one that has to take it to the next step. I'm not expecting it, but duh that's what I am waiting for.
I could listen to you sing to me forever. And I can sing to you, really well now. I can get deeper than Johnny Cash and still get up to Blink-182.
What do you want to call our double-act band? Variety show. A pinup and her bodyguard.
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So I know what kind of body to aim for you're into a Channing Tatum look? Navy SEAL. Not workout magazine. You like the solid bulk more than gym-ripped right? That's who I'm aiming for and I will get there. It's now on my 2026 Manifest-Manifest. Lol. You're number one course. "Date with achelRay."
You're also number two. "Life with achelRay."
It's sad I can't type your name. Anyone else reading knows who I'm talking about. RAs at college CHill like ELvis.
RACHEL! fuck it if they're gonna be that petty they're gonna be petty. I am not allowed to type the name Rachel into my own blog? There are a lot of Rachels.
There's only one of you, Rachel.
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You should call yours a Womanifest.
Can I be number 0? You can write my name in invisible ink above your public number 1.
Or you could just call me. Come on I won't tell.
Sorry I am expecting. But I'm communicating that I'm expecting so. That seems cool.
Patiently expecting. That's womanifesting.
I am expecting that at some event/moment I can't predict, you will say "he's right. He's the best. I want the best. I gotta call him." Email call text same difference.
Until that moment I am content to bask in your glory from an electronic distance and tell you about it here.
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I am not only the best "generic boyfriend" but I am the best boyfriend for you, Rachel.
The voice inside your head should be the voice beside your head. On a pillow. I think I could hug and hold you for a year straight with only breaks for the bathroom and kitchen.
If that seems maybe too much, remember how much you enjoyed being held by whoever he was that one time. Now Imagine you really liked him and he really liked you. And you got along like best friends. And every day it got better and better from the loving discovery. That's how it'll be.
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You're singing to me on repeat as I type.
Sorry what were you saying? lol