Goddamn inner monkey.
I am still hanging out with B.
MY inner monkey would really like to sleep with him. No, not jump his bones, we already doing that. Like SLEEP with him IN A BED ALL NIGHT.
Yep. He won't.
Dang piss fungk motherbotherfungker.
It's a BOUNDARY.
MY INNER DEVIL HATES IT AND RUNS AT IT SCREAMING AND BOUNCES OFF IT AND THROWS HERSELF ON THE FLOOR AND MORPHS INTO A OGRE AND IGNORES GRAMMAR AND SPELLING AND WRITES IN ALL CAPS AND SAYS FUCK YOU WHEN SOMEONE SAYS THIS IS REALLY A LOG AND HOWLS.
My inner angel sighs and says, Boundaries are Good Things.
"FUCK YOU FOREVER!!!" SHOUTS MY INNER DEVIL AND THROWS A PITCHFORK RIGHT THROUGH THE ANGEL AND THEN AN AX AND THEN THOR'S HAMMER AND THEN EVERYTHING SHE CAN FUCKING LAY HANDS ON, WHIRLEDS, STARS, SUNS, UNIVERSI... then sits down, depressed. Whatever.
My inner angel brushes off the pitchfork, ax, hammer, whirleds, etc and sits beside the devil. "Don't worry hon. There will be more to fight about tomorrow."
The devil lays her head on the angel's shoulder and lets a few lava tears flow. She hopes they'll burn the angel, but they are real tears.
We will leave them there, comforting each other.