I watch bad TV. I do. I don't even know if I can apologize. And when I mean bad TV, I mean Bad T.V. Grey's Anatomy, Lost, The Bachelorette (told you ...) What's the pull? I can't even tell you. I have no idea. When Shoes and I first started dating, I made, asked, him to watch it with me. He will not, Will Not, do that anymore.
Well, since I brought it up ...
Tattoos are never a good idea to impress a lady. Creepy Casey. Are you kidding me? Wrong on so many levels. I don't even think I can watch next week.
well, we're bound to that, in truth. But while there's time I want to write I'm glad to be alive in the same world as you, here where there's, yes, a wisdom in the inward parts, where something mesenteric loosely binds us, where you, as words are bound to tell, have given understanding to my heart.