Ah, but it’s such a familiar fiction.

so you’re gonna get her flowers right? oh wait. this is ‘fiction.’ okay, get her ‘fictional’ flowers.

:D

i know. lame. booger. head still hurts. sue me.

When do we get part two?

Were you channeling my first marriage? That is a classic example of the conversations we would have, usually on the way home from his parent’s house. Gave me shivers reading it.

Man, was that spot on or what? Only I bet you got make believe make-up sex. Lucky dog. I never got that.

But dude… jumping to conclusions is the only exercise I get these days.