there's a boy

and he uses words like "enamored," "suitor," "jouissance." he regularly quotes keats, wants his remains to be blast into outer space when he dies, and comes over with dog treats for lola. we giggled our way through a (bloody) stage-version of titus andronicus, especially the human pot pie scene. on friday we're going camping...in his backyard. pitching a tent, reading with a flashlight.

o, doth he make me woozy?
aye.