He's not so sure anymore and I'm indulging his misery like it's sexy. So maybe we'll get a drug habit or a large tattoo and pierce it right through the middle. Maybe he'll wake up missing one day and police will come crashing down my door. Freeze!
You know I love crunchy things. Crunchy things and peppermint ice cream.
Don't doubt me, just give me a minute here.
The solution is in the wedding vows I dream up every night.
Next to the wild rice stick stuck in my molar.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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