a lowercase i is the least of your issues, bitch

the man of the house my daddy my betrothed my boo has recently changed the white fitted sheet but a bitch cannot multi-task to save her goddamn gringa life so i have spilled chocolate biscuits on the bed the virgo in me tries to apologize by explaining I CANNOT DO MORE THAN ONE THING AT ONCE I'M THINKING ABOUT THE LATEST TAROT VIDEO AND MOON CONJUNCT VENUS I'M CHALLENGED I'VE GOT A TOOTHACHE I'M STONED BABY I'VE GOT ISSUES I CANNOT ABIDE A LOWERCASE I WHEN AN APOSTROPHE IS ATTACHED

"Wait until tonight, bitch. A lowercase i is the least of your issues," he says.

it's been about three weeks now of us strolling through the quaint british town with the ancient cathedral and domino's and a bowling alley he tells me he will have to drink at least a couple of stellas to tolerate sometimes gangsta as i am i sing song so deep so deep so deep you put my butt to sleep

right now my ass is dreaming of vienna in gemini season followed by belize or someplace similar where we can clink bottles on the beach count the clouds kiss the nipples cuddle while the cocoa cools and the world shimmers and shakes around us because finally, dawg, what the fuck else is there?