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hey baby.
hey sexy
god, it's been a while hasn't it? you know I miss you. you know that I'd kiss you, if you weren't ethereal computer software.
but you know, that's cool. I'll still loveyouforever.
How should I know what to write in you? you're as beautiful as a snowdrift, dearest. a green and violentpink/purple sheet of azure.
I'm about to start the goddam ballet, here.
anyways.
Have you any idea how painful thia is for me? any unessential trivia I might place upon your bosom will be like daggers flying into my chest.
that's not pleasant one bit.
absolutely nothing major has happened. literally thousands of ridiculously insignificant little bullshits, like, dropped a weight on my big toe, or I stole my cat's bed and made him sleep in the dishwasher or something. but no grandma's deceased, no accepted jobs(though almost fifteen applications, and a fake-out callback) and certainly no giant novelty checks acquired.
oh, my grandpa's dog died.
and I got some new ties.
sold some things.
bought some more.
kbye.
P.S. I've been doing this to most of my friends, most of whom have been trying to bomb my house(with hearts, aw) because of it, where I ask them, if they know my dreamgirl, to please introduce me to her as fast as they possibly can, and then I can stop asking them to introduce me to my dreamgirl.
I am aware of how stupid and sad this sounds out of context. so don't take it out of context, you motherfucking keylimepie shit.
hey sexy
god, it's been a while hasn't it? you know I miss you. you know that I'd kiss you, if you weren't ethereal computer software.
but you know, that's cool. I'll still loveyouforever.
How should I know what to write in you? you're as beautiful as a snowdrift, dearest. a green and violentpink/purple sheet of azure.
I'm about to start the goddam ballet, here.
anyways.
Have you any idea how painful thia is for me? any unessential trivia I might place upon your bosom will be like daggers flying into my chest.
that's not pleasant one bit.
absolutely nothing major has happened. literally thousands of ridiculously insignificant little bullshits, like, dropped a weight on my big toe, or I stole my cat's bed and made him sleep in the dishwasher or something. but no grandma's deceased, no accepted jobs(though almost fifteen applications, and a fake-out callback) and certainly no giant novelty checks acquired.
oh, my grandpa's dog died.
and I got some new ties.
sold some things.
bought some more.
kbye.
P.S. I've been doing this to most of my friends, most of whom have been trying to bomb my house(with hearts, aw) because of it, where I ask them, if they know my dreamgirl, to please introduce me to her as fast as they possibly can, and then I can stop asking them to introduce me to my dreamgirl.
I am aware of how stupid and sad this sounds out of context. so don't take it out of context, you motherfucking keylimepie shit.