doug funnie style
Dear journal,
Today I'm writing to you as a lover. Strange considering as I read through the history of you, I tend to be a pretty angsty motherfucker. But today, 10:49 am, on Wednesday August 1st, 2007. I remembered something which makes me a pretty...lucky...guy.
You see journal. I've got this girl you see. My girl. Her names Eva, you'd love her if you met her(unfortunatly your only tangible bodypart is a IBM server locked in some musty basement somewhere...the rest of you being HTML coding and java scripts). Shes got strawberry blonde hair, these beautiful deep blue eyes. And to be honest, with the exception of gonzo, I wouldn't trade her for the world. I'm pretty fucking in love, and a little bit co-dependent but whatever. I really don't know where I'd be without her...especially right now...probably walking barefoot down mt. diablo blvd.
she's at work...which sucks...but were having lunch at chipotle at 1:30. which doesn't suck.
i guess im just writing this because i miss her alot right now. and its only been two hours and 53 minutes since i saw her last.
i'll end this like my lawyer does...because its weird but and insincere but i think it's funny
very truely yours,
kyle
Today I'm writing to you as a lover. Strange considering as I read through the history of you, I tend to be a pretty angsty motherfucker. But today, 10:49 am, on Wednesday August 1st, 2007. I remembered something which makes me a pretty...lucky...guy.
You see journal. I've got this girl you see. My girl. Her names Eva, you'd love her if you met her(unfortunatly your only tangible bodypart is a IBM server locked in some musty basement somewhere...the rest of you being HTML coding and java scripts). Shes got strawberry blonde hair, these beautiful deep blue eyes. And to be honest, with the exception of gonzo, I wouldn't trade her for the world. I'm pretty fucking in love, and a little bit co-dependent but whatever. I really don't know where I'd be without her...especially right now...probably walking barefoot down mt. diablo blvd.
she's at work...which sucks...but were having lunch at chipotle at 1:30. which doesn't suck.
i guess im just writing this because i miss her alot right now. and its only been two hours and 53 minutes since i saw her last.
i'll end this like my lawyer does...because its weird but and insincere but i think it's funny
very truely yours,
kyle