I write you a lovely little note every week, and yesterday I wrote a poem about pie.
It's about time you wrote me something.
(Thanks for last night it was ace, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you, you smell like well bathed otter on a cloudy day, I like how your nostrils match.)
x
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
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