Oh… the fun

Within the first week of finally dating Misha, he had already said "I love you." This was a bit of a change, because usually I was the one to start saying that in previous relationships. Even though it was a change, it was a good one. Near the end of this first week, he proposed to me over a message in a group chat/call. Although I'm pretty sure he was just really tired. As the weeks pass, I've found it entertaining and quite fun to mess with Misha.

You see, I like the taste of metal, and the only things I own that actually taste like metal are sharp objects (sewing needles, sewing pins, and a pocket knife). I stopped with the sewing pins after almost accidentally swallowing one. Now I mainly mess with Misha by poking myself in the tongue with the pocket knife. He has once even said "you look hot, but stop."

It's been a bit since any of the dreams have happened. Well… not any that make sense. It's just pitch black most nights, but when I do get a dream, it's not one of my divine dreams. They're full of chaos, and are usually about shows that I have recently watched. None of them really make sense. They stop right in the middle, and move on to the next continuously. It's times like this when I wish I could get another true dream.