Bebe,
I've decided I'm going to address you at the beginning of each letter with a different nickname or pet name. I only call you a few things, so I'm going to have to get creative. Basically, there's no shortage of pet names I can come up with by combining a noun with the word "tits." Examples: Sugar tits, pumpkin tits, bubbly tits. You get the idea. Lots of these will be addressed to something-tits. That's romantic. Women like romance. I am romantic. Women like me.
So I'm writing this letter in the student computer lab hoping that no one looks over and reads the discussion about nicknames involving the word tits. I actually hope no one reads this blog ever. I haven't found a way to make it private yet. I'm sure there's some way to do that. I just haven't found it yet. Someday perhaps. In the meantime, if you aren't Virginia, you should stop reading these because they really aren't any of your business! SO THERE! I am scary on the interwebs.
I finished a huge research paper today. Tonight I have rehearsal of Agnes of God. I don't wanna have rehearsal. I wanna play with you all night. Oh! Last night we went on our valentine's date early because it's the only time we had to go out. We went to the Cheesecake Factory and it was awesome. We also exchanged gifts. Sort of. Mine wasn't really a gift. I just got you a bouquet of purple flowers, watermelon sour patch kids and a card. You got me brand new shiny handcuffs because our first pair went mysteriously missing. In any case, I am excited to test out the new ones this afternoon when you get off work.
Love,
D
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