hi there. Its me again. And honestly, you dont need me to poke u
with a stick or hide under your bed, cuz truly, youre busy being
horrified by yourselves. Am i right? I have seen the enemy and he is
having sex with my wife. Poor bastard! All this niceness and
felicity is churning my guts, i tell you, and yet i yearn for more of
everything: a pat on the head, a fistbump, a good morning b$$$j$$,
maybe an encouraging word. I could stand it. Idk, idk....