Hey. It's me. Mandi.
This is me. Mandi. And this is my face, some people like to touch it. Some people like to poke my cheeks. Some people like to hold it in both hands and tell me what it is I am doing right, and what it is I am doing wrong. BUT. I hate, hate, hate it when people touch my face. For some reason, though most things, well almost everything does not make me uncomfortable, my face being touched drives me crazy. Nuts actually. Up the wall. I quite frankly hate it. Though, I wont lie, I am quite the hypocrite in this area, because I caress people's faces all the time. All the time. But when you touch my face, even if it's that special someone, no thrill runs through my body, nothing tingles, nothing zings. The only thing that happens is frustration. So pet peeve number who knows what and a 52. My face being touched. Gah! For the love of all that is holy. I know. I know. I know it is cute. I am fully aware. But. Sorry bout it. Back off cause it irks me. Really. That's all I have to say about that.
Yours Truly:
Miss Mandi
2 comments:
haha well thats nice to know. I guess i won't touch your face anymore? You never told me this spiel before.
i took that picture.
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