Bridget, you've cultivated a lifetime of impressive romantic gestures from more than one admirer. Don't settle for an ice-cold peanut butter sandwich and some magic tricks as the best, because it isn't. It doesn't even register.
(I'm going to point out the fact that the Devil is jealous. And I'll point out that's all I'm going to say about it because if I actually open my mouth to reply to him directly, my face will come apart at the hinge and a million angry bees are going to fly out.)
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It's sunny! I've been annoying everyone by singing Fireflies at the top of my lungs but in different voices all morning long.
So far I've been offered cash, a good hard beating and a...a....dick in the mouth to make me stop.
I'm still singing, for the record.
The dick offer didn't alarm me as much as the beating one. If you only knew what offer came from which boy, I think you'd be surprised.
I haven't had a cookie in ten days. I haven't had more than five hours of sleep across any of those nights either. I'm currently treading coffee and hoping to keep my head above the surface as long as I can.
But did I mention it's sunny?
