exposed cerebral cortex of a proletariat bike slut

NWMUN is next weekend….

somehow I’ve managed to throw myself into mass amounts of research..not sure where I found the time.

this is what I have to do. I have to work in Politics. I have to live in a big crazy city, I need a job that requires at least 60 hours a week, I need it fast and hard.

Life is so blissfully normal.  Last week I was reading in bed with him, while he was listening to a history podcast.  I felt so protected, so safe..just studying next to a guy who is completely…so endearingly..enamored with history, absent-mindedly combing my fingers through his hair while he rested his head on my chest.  Waking up to him walking me outside even though it is fucking freezing and he has three more hours to sleep..remembering my favorite apple and throwing me one every time I’m over…treating me with so much respect..visiting me at work, letting me steal his clothes, offering to learn all my model UN stuff so I have someone to practice debates with…talking dirty to me in Latin while he hits me…

love.it.