Chinese Face!

So I was in the middle of writing a blog that will be posted at a later date (i.e. tomorrow or the next day) about "a new friend" when Muffin sent me a dumb text. That's right. I said, dumb!

    "Hey Baby, if I send you a link to the documentary will you watch it and listen for my tunes?" (He did some music for a documentary... stating the obvious here.)
    "Psh Baby please! -_-." I said. He always makes Chinese faces when I say something outlandish. I have always called it "chinese face" but now I realize that a better name for it is "Asian face." Nick makes that face all of the time. So does Christina. Nick is Korean, not Chinese. And Christina's Italian, but she inherits the face from the Korean. Eh, you'll meet them in the next post.
     "So, that's a no?" Send. "Hehehehehe." wtf, really Muffin? REALLY?
     "Chinese face." Send. "Of coarse, my horse." (I will download the documentary and listen for your tunes, duh.)

And so, I did. As I was watching it, I could tell Muffin's noises from the others. I know his ears. His peaceful "tunes" are much like his melodic voice to me. So calming, you know.

     "I miss your voice. Sadface." Send. I really do.
     "I miss yours. It is so cute." Send. Really?

I hate talking on the phone. I only talk on the phone to people I feel comfortable around. I could stay on the phone with him for hours even if it's listening to him play with his instruments or equipment. My voice is something that often frustrates me and is one of my biggest insecurities. And he thinks it is cute? The ears that makes the most peaceful music? Really?

     "Will you love me when I'm fat?" Send.  "And UGGGGG!" Send. -_-

Chinese Face because for one, he knows that I hate it when he plays the "ug" card. And for two, he loves the one things I am most insecure about... and asking me if I will love him if he is fat and ugly.


-_- He's beautiful.