Every time I see your name, I get Alanis Morissette's "Not the Doctor" in my head. I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together.

i hope, oh i hope with all of my heart that your sweetcheeks are sitting on your own couch right at this very moment, dear :)
seriously. i mean it, i was looking over old messages and saw one from you, this was the last line : my drunk ass has made it's point!
hi-larious, dear! i lubs you! :)

"@Ethan4477: So you're good at date rape?"

I realize this is a rather tired internet-y cliché, but I really did snort when I read that and sincerely hope you'll take my word for it.

private messages are meant to be private

you are too kind, sir.

I tried asking Hortense to take me down to the Paradise City, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. She didn't listen.