I will never forget tonight. Our love is incredible.
I typed and re-typed this story countless times, but I just couldn’t make it sound dignified. Probably because it wasn’t.
Deon and I spent the eve of our eleventh month spitting mini pearls at each other.
Yep, spitting. I have to say, I was much better at it. Got him on the shirt, the face, the glasses. He only got my shirt. We ran around the Tampines heartlands, screaming, laughing and spitting. Frankly, I have not had such an adrenaline rush for ages. It was fan-tas!-tic. (english accent)
I think we’re very romantic. I love you! :D
I feel like my butt is going to double in size, considering I’m going to be on it for an average of ten hours a day. I need secret butt exercises to do while my thinning fingers work on the giant screen.
But oh howdy hey I have my own station! Containing a humongous state-of-the-act iMac with a wireless keyboard and mouse to match.
All these, I now pretend are my own. Yay.