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I swear NY is the most beautiful place this time of year. And what could be better than being here with the person who makes me happiest? Oh right, NOTHING. But unfortunately I have to leave soon cause they are sending me to Europe to promote Santana's album, which would be fine except freezing really isn't any fun if I can't stick my hands up Justin's shirt or better yet, down his pants. I suppose it's a good thing I look really cute in beanies. My fingers are numb and I think there is still pie somewhere around here, so I am off to eat or to make out with Justin even though he refuses to shave. And I think the latter sounds more enjoyable. You know it's love when I will still kiss him regardless.
Maybe I will sign on one of these days.
Maybe I will sign on one of these days.