Gee wiz... who the hell does a guy have to sleep with to get an e-mail (that was promised him) around here? Here it is Valentine's Day --- honoring the patron saint of Kay Jewelers. I have been patiently waiting (druming my fingers) for four days and nothing. I finally had to stop the druming on day two --- carpal tunnel started acting up you see. So...I figured what-the-hell right? Well, I didn't actually figure that (what an odd expression right?) I think I likely said it to myself. Or did I think it to myself? Although I do talk to myself --- like when I left my keys locked inside the house the other day and I remember loudly exclaiming to myself --- "you are a fucking moron." Turns out I was right all along --- the keys were in my coat pocket the whole time. But I digress.
So, Di...where's my e-mail? Oh and on my facebook did you mean to say you had a crush on me? If you did that suits me fine. I mean it's only been what --- three years? Unless you meant you wanted to crush me --- which is a different business entirely. I would consider that a threat and well, I'm pretty sure I could take you.
So... Happy Valentine's Day... no tennis bracelet though --- if you were a tennis player, would you actually wear one? If so why? Wouldn't it jiggle all around and just get in the way? So why call it a tennis bracelet then --- why not call it a "I'm going to let him fuck me because he gave me a diamond bracelet, bracelet?" Maybe that description is too long. I'll have to noodle that one and get back to you...
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