So lately I have been thinking Mario does not understand me at all. He picked me up around Christmas that was two months ago. I have been staying with him ever since I guess I was new and exciting and there were jitters jittering everywhere and it appeared he was doing really well but lately I am not so sure. It is easy. I promise. It says so everywhere, follow the instructions- keep me clean and I will be happy. The manufacturer (oh he is so nice) even provided guidelines for me. I am relatively low maintenance and need just slight care. I would love to remind Mario how much harder it could be for him. But being the nice one I am I never say anything. But oh boy would I ever. I could yell at him until I was blue in the face. Although you and I both know no one ever really turns blue. It is a well known fact.
Now I know I would have you believe that it is positively terrible for me living with him. Honestly though it is not too bad. There truly are some perks. Some of my favorite times are when we wake up. Usually earlier than I would like but Mario has to work. It is a true pleasure and convenience for me that I am not a worker. For a while I was a model. Nothing special I was just like an average model kind of like being a LandsEnd pajama girl or a JcPenny commercial lady. When he rolls out of bed and takes and extra second just to look at me that is when I know. I feel like I am the only one in the world, that I contain all the beauty in the universe. Even thinking about that one moment everyday brings water to my eyes. It is the most wonderful truest thing I have yet to find. But boys like Mario will never understand that. The concept is too unfathomable. Boys like that our too focused on themselves to see outside a two inch radius around there bodies. Sometimes you might find one that can see the sky at night. Or one that would try and understand what you mean when you tell them something. Something like one of those things that never leaves you that is so close to you, for me it is my fears.
I worry Mario will find someone else and forget about me. I have my pamphlet and I want to say listen Mario I need this from you or I need that. But I cannot do that that is against the rules. We have rules for a reason. It is hard for us once we get to a place we are comfortable we settle down and start to plan things. Look at things and appreciate them. I worry that once the new girl comes along he will forget to take care of me and I will die. I am not asking to be trimmed or cut just water and turned.
Now I know I would have you believe that it is positively terrible for me living with him. Honestly though it is not too bad. There truly are some perks. Some of my favorite times are when we wake up. Usually earlier than I would like but Mario has to work. It is a true pleasure and convenience for me that I am not a worker. For a while I was a model. Nothing special I was just like an average model kind of like being a LandsEnd pajama girl or a JcPenny commercial lady. When he rolls out of bed and takes and extra second just to look at me that is when I know. I feel like I am the only one in the world, that I contain all the beauty in the universe. Even thinking about that one moment everyday brings water to my eyes. It is the most wonderful truest thing I have yet to find. But boys like Mario will never understand that. The concept is too unfathomable. Boys like that our too focused on themselves to see outside a two inch radius around there bodies. Sometimes you might find one that can see the sky at night. Or one that would try and understand what you mean when you tell them something. Something like one of those things that never leaves you that is so close to you, for me it is my fears.
I worry Mario will find someone else and forget about me. I have my pamphlet and I want to say listen Mario I need this from you or I need that. But I cannot do that that is against the rules. We have rules for a reason. It is hard for us once we get to a place we are comfortable we settle down and start to plan things. Look at things and appreciate them. I worry that once the new girl comes along he will forget to take care of me and I will die. I am not asking to be trimmed or cut just water and turned.
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