My sister Rose has this lovely significant other trying desperately to get all up in that. So he sent her roses, (duh!) and a card that just said ‘shmoze…’ (his twist on her handle) - and then I got all dribbley, swept up in others happiness, excited and then melancholic and thought, this love stuff is possibly NOT a motherfucker. And last year I was enjoying not having a B-F. But now it is this year if I’m not mistaken and my thoughts are quite opposite. I’d like someone to do the laundry for. I’d like someone to cook for . Oh fuck -my neighbour just got home and farted. I heard that. (gross. Maybe not)
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