I once stated that I would probably break up with someone if he ever gave me roses.
I hate roses. I think they are cliche. And they smell like old people.
I just now discovered that I would definitely not even respond to someone who gave me a virtual rose.
Yes, I am a bitch who is going to die old and alone with my cats. The same cats that will have eaten half my face before someone finds me. But at least it won't smell like roses.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_recurring_characters_from_The_Simpsons#Crazy_Cat_Lady
You mean like this? Maybe some GLeeMONEX might help.
hey kid -
I guess you got my text message. Yeah, it definitely isn't 72 degrees in my head these days. But, that whole coma thing with the orange pills has me worried...
miss you!
I guess it's better to smell like a meth lab than a fucking pixelated bloom.
I broke up with a boy once because he gae me a dozen roses with a note that said, "Last night was so special..."
Really what was his problem? oh, wait, what is my problem?....
Miss you!
i luv you.
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