Gah
Canada fucking sucks these days. All I seem to do, is laze about, work work work workworkworkwork, and answer MILLIONS (or maybe dozens, i dunno) of questions about the impending marriage. And when i have to tell stories about how we met, and how we fell in love, and how long we've known eachother, fuck!!! i miss you more than i miss my fucking leg holmes. And i aint had that fucker since 'nam. speaking of which, i had a dream you and i blew up a bunch of mcdonalds last night. *sigh* i can't eat, i can't sleep. I can't wait for you to come home. call me! i miss the sound of your voice, for very very very very serious. everything is so serious these days. all our conversations seem to have the all or nothing kinda tone about them, i can't wait for you to get home, so we can go back to being happy. no more stress on this shit. cause we didn't even really get to be together, before you had to leave. so its so hard to not be stressed, and you not to be jealous (and i KNOW i make things worse in that department. its the little things, like tellin you how i get after a tattoo, and then not realizing that when you don't hear from me right away, how that might seem, and im sorry), but i did step in front of traffic. god, i sound like a retard. I don't know when you'll get a chance to read this, but I love you. So much. I'll talk to you later mi amor.