February 10, 2012

My jelly,

Today was Friday. Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday. I like Fridays. I get to wake up next to you on Fridays. Today, I got out of class early so I got to climb back in to bed with you. You were hesitant to let me cuddle you because you were worried that you were stinky. I don't really care if you're stinky or not. I still want to cuddle with you. I fell asleep while you were in the shower, and you were sweet enough to let me sleep. Then we got lunch. I had soup and it gave me diarrhea. I'm sure this chronicle of the day has been really interesting to you. You just left for work and it makes me feel sad. I hate your stupid job because when you're at work, you're not with me and that's really dumb.

Basically, it works like this: You should be with me every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of every decade until we die. Because I have like 10 billion things I want to do with you and only a finite amount of time in which to do them. So we should move to that island together. Remember that island? We were going to move there and only bring our bed. We were going to plant honey nut cheerios plants and live off the land. We used to talk about doing that all the time when we first got together. We never did it. I think we should move to that island now.

Love,
D