teh sentimental nostalgia for my new girlfriend.
this is a letter to my new girlfriend, kim.
she is currently competing on the show "america's next top model."
i am crossing my fingers for ma petite chou.
transcribed:
my dearest kim,
tonight i was biking through the crisp fall night air and suddenly the smell of burning firewood circled around me. it made me think of being seven and walks home and cold houses and living in some sort of small town, lamplit windows. but mainly it made me think of you, and your autumn-like beauty. i simply can't wait until you visit me from LA, at which point we will make hot burning firey love. damn, girl, you sexy.
love,
your shortstuff love-muffin.
ETA: just kidding. every word is oozing sarcasm.
she is currently competing on the show "america's next top model."
i am crossing my fingers for ma petite chou.
transcribed:
my dearest kim,
tonight i was biking through the crisp fall night air and suddenly the smell of burning firewood circled around me. it made me think of being seven and walks home and cold houses and living in some sort of small town, lamplit windows. but mainly it made me think of you, and your autumn-like beauty. i simply can't wait until you visit me from LA, at which point we will make hot burning firey love. damn, girl, you sexy.
love,
your shortstuff love-muffin.
ETA: just kidding. every word is oozing sarcasm.