NOW WITH MORE WHOLESOME
(oddly enough, time is not as elastic as it used to be. but I am still kicking it.)
i made some people.
10 lb
12 oz
in the water? HELL YES
remember when you had words for everything? i hoarded them for myself.
also, my suburbia kicks your suburbia's ass
also minivan? HAHA NO
and then (when you meet her), you say, "wow. Oh wow."
Of course.
(This happens all the time in my head.)
LISTEN UP YO
MY NINJABABY COULD KICK YR FLABBY ASS
There is not a day where I am not thankful for this person who gave me this person. And not for that reason.
did you ever think it could be like this? (any of it)
(she hadn't)
still true:
It is possible to be happy enough that there is nothing much to tell.
AND:
It keeps getting better. You start to believe you are actually that lucky.
it only gets better
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This is how a you would write it, maybe:
dear pumpkin pants
I HAVE AN IDEA:
I GOT THE CAR WE CAN DRIVE ALL NIGHT
SAY YES PLEASE
ANOTHER THING: LETS GET HITCHED 'KAY
SAY YES PLEASE
(and he did)
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given time i will make something of myself.
don't hold yr breath. no rush.
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man when you are telling me how it was
see ya when i see ya.
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(all my pumpkin love)