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F.A.K.E. It’s a yaoi that I recently bought. I read the series before, but it belonged to one of my friends. Its bout two cops who get assigned as partners, and then fall for each other. The book itself (okay, it’s not a book-book, it’s a comic book. Shut up.) has some of the steamiest scenes I have ever laid eyes on, and they don’t even take their jackets off. They just kiss. I hate it. It shows the lip-locking, and then it shows the tongue slipping in, and then I remember how it felt the first time I got kissed like that, although it was never as forceful as it was shown in the book.
I hate it. NO ONE has EVER shown so much passion for me as those two show to each other in that bloody book. I DO NOT like it. In fact, I despise it. No one has ever gotten angry at me because I rejected their pass. No one has ever pushed me up against a wall just to kiss me because they knew I wanted it.
Ugh. I think the only reason I hate it so much is because it reminds me of how desperate I am. I am so pathetic. Thank God for Christmas. Maybe THAT trip will solve these problems. Or, who knows, it may make them worse in a good way. If you get my drift. Or it may give me a good idea of how much of a loser I really am. It makes me want to hang my head in shame. Ah, well, there’s time for that later, right. After all, why do today what you can put off until tomorrow, huh? After all, I am the Prince of Procrastination. I may be a girl, but it was a rightfully stolen title. I won it in a bet. So there. Brat.
Oh, s**t, just ******** me. I don’t even mean that as a figure of speech. Just ******** me. Give me the passion I see in the books that I read and the pictures I see, and I’ll be perfectly happy. Give me a tonsil-hockey extravaganza, and hold me so tightly that I think I might squeeze right out of the top of my head. But for my sake, please make sure you taste like cherries or something. Popcorn doesn’t make the best impression.
AGH! And to think that this little schpeil doesn’t even BEGIN to voice the first DROP of my desperations! God, I am such a sorry, pathetic excuse of a human being. Why was I even spawned from underneath my dingy little hole in the ground? I really don’t like myself much. I suck at life.