Where I Admit To My Inconsistency When It Comes To Affection

Have you noticed that the titles to all my posts are getting longer and longer? I'm sure I could find some cognitive roots to this trend relating to my childhood or something but I'll just leave it at that.

Big news of the year; Elise and I finally cemented our status of Best-Friends. It was purely accidental on my part because I really don't like affection, excepting some individuals. We were sitting in our apartment, most likely eating, and we finally admitted to the fact that we were best! friends! and! soul! sisters! (This was actually said out loud by me, which is kind of cringe-worthy.) Then it got a little too sentimental so we traded some insults and voila! Now all we have to do is make things FB official and we can continue being wesbian wuvas.

Common sight around Apt 14. 

It's really quite strange that Elise and I have been inseparable for almost two years and yet it took me so long to admit that we were da bestest of friendses. What does that say about me? Am I really that afraid of affection?

Let us delve deeper into this conundrum...

I don't like hugs. In my opinion, it's just way too intimate for mere acquaintances to indulge in. A hug is literally two people pressing their chests and bellies together. Weird. Amirite?
But I do like to snuggle. But only with my mother, my Karrie-Baby, or man-boy's I find very attractive.

I don't have a nose! Also, I love my mother more than jelly donuts. 

My Karrie-Baby. We are the strangest little duo in every way but that doesn't stop our love affair.

And... that seems to be the end of the conundrum. I really thought my inconsistent behavior towards PDA was more complicated. 

And while we are on the topic of affection may I please tell you how much I love this sporadic rain here in Utah? I do. For one, it reminds me of Oregon. More importantly, it means WORMS. Earth worms are such stellar little critters. As a youngster I would spend many an hour transferring the endangered worms on the road to the safety of the dirt.
There were tons of worms to save this week. Consider me an everyday hero.

The organization on this post is all over the place. Friends, PDA, and worms? Blame it on impending finals. Or assume my brain naturally doesn't make sense. 

Yay for midterms! 

And a friendly reminder to not squish the worms.