I told Aaron that I wanted to feel jealous, so that I could know if I’m capable of love again.

I can’t help but smile when I catch Dolores roll belly-up.

I’m still struggling in my use of “one” instead of “you”.

What is it about a speech impediment that is so fucking sexy? I think part of the appeal is that it has the same attractiveness as an accent, except an impediment extends beyond the exoticness that an accent can offer. Maybe there’s the (sub)conscious detection of a weakness involved that draws me, the way high heels are suppose to make girls look like they’re fleeing when the calves are contracted.

I can’t imagine anyone being embarrassed about such a beautiful thing. Lisps, stutters, stammers, slurs, tics; anything can make me melt. If a girl would speak, I could listen all day without uttering a word. Even the strength of the impediment is of no consequence. I’m in awe, from the subtleness of a lazy tongue, to the harshness of an overactive genioglossus.

How can I even speak about something as gorgeous as a unique, flawed, extraordinary articulation?

I can’t.

I can hold Listerine in my mouth for 30 seconds.