And then the koo-koo bell starts to go off. Although, with all due respect, I am like the taste of dark honey.
(Shit, I almost fell out of the chair, there.)
It's like, 2 o'clock in the morning, and my mailbox is slowly filling up with stuff from this guy. I'm sleeping, and he's still typing away...
His note says "Hey, need to sleep :(" like we've been having a conversation or something.
You remind me of something inside myself. Hi, sweetie, it's me. Your pancreas.
Just sit down and listen to the wind teling you the secrets.
The wind is telling me that you're a card-carrying NUTJOB, buddy.
"Be aware - sharks can see the blood???"
And now we're done.
Thanks, Hannah, for the content! I was going to write back and ask him for money to come and visit, but this fantastic letter from Barrister Zibby Zatak seemed to do the trick.
Oddly, I haven't heard from him.
I miss him so. We could have been beautiful together.
And cra-a-a-a-aaazy.....
3 comments:
glad to be of help :)
what a nut job.
your eyes are stunning in that photo though... better have a few tricks like that up your sleeve to shake them off.
babelfish.yahoo.com is handy in cases like this...
n'êtes ne just retenir vous le maître tournure offs. le voudra contacter me drawer manche the ma vith est vous s'est rozijn dancing the chocoladeschilferkoekje.
So, M. How is it that these weirdos find you?!
Are you giving off wack-job pheromones via the net?
Eeek!
I hope you find someone a little less...insane?
I think Guido is hot and confused. But your eyes are like dark honey.
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