In conversation

Today I craved hugs. I instantly thought of the various hugs from people I could get. I liked the warm, enveloping kind that makes time stop for a little while. 

My thoughts shifted to the yardstick and his no strings attached conditional preposition. Thing is I like him and when I'm around him I feel as if I forget to take my smart pills. The whole situation makes my moral high horse seem like a goddamn pigmy pony. 

Was thinking of doing a fiction inspired by real people post about the lup sup bar but too much going on in real life than to be sitting staring at the computer. I like busy. Productivity makes me feel alive.