madcowdisease Farool At least that's what it was gonna be called. But it was taken so they called it PMS, hehe. Mon amie, I don't care how hormonal or sarcastic you get, I still love you. And celery is hot. I'm sorry I'm so sensitive. It's my worst fault. Aside from not being you, but a lot of people have that problem. The warm fuzzies are worth it, I don't quite know what to do yet, but sooner or later I'll be able to give you the warm fuzzies. Today when you weren't there in the morning I was looking forwards to getting off of the bus at Winco, grabbing sea salt and vinegar chips, two fortune cookies, and two teas. And yeah, stopped by your house. But you came, which is awesome. Mon amie, you're amazing. I know that right now you're not close to the peak of your self confidence, but I promise you that you are a good, moral, awesome, pretty, and all of that jazz person. Mon amie, you ARE lovely. Fo' reals. Thank you for wearing the pants. I don't think that you'll think to sign on AIM tonight when you get scared, but just a heads up. If you want I'll sit around the compydore playing videogames until you ding. I was an insomniac after all, and I'd be doing something (kind of) productive. But I'm not only able to, but I'm also willing to do whatever it takes. Mon amie, you don't deserve this, you're too awesome. Please, mon amie, get some sleep. You're beautiful always, but the purple bags under your eyes aren't so hot. Well, they are, but you look better without them. Je t'aime. Je t'aime, mon amie. Merci, for putting up with this hypersensetive hopeless romantic. Hopeless romantic. I've always like the sound of that, like swashbuckler, the name alone rings. In fifth grade I didn't know I would be emo, but I think hopeless romantic defines me fairly well. I'm so emo. I'm hopeless for sure, and that test thought I was pretty damn romantic. Mon amie, you rock. A lot. A fuck of a lot. Fuck, I just fell asleep there. Time for me to go to bed. From tomorrow night on, mon amie, I'll be there if you want me. Je t'aime. Je t'aime. Je t'aime. Je t'aime. Je t'aime. 060106 what's it to you? who go blather from