Dear you (sorry for traces of Emo),
I love you. I always have. I love everything about you. I enjoy the time we spend together, I enjoy lavishing my attention on you, I enjoy the trips we take together, I enjoy everything.

So why must you make it so difficult for me? Every time I decide to try to do something nice for you, you kick me in the balls. Is it attention-seeking? Do I not give you enough? The amount of money I sink into you just to keep the status-quo is sickening and really puts me off buying you any genuine presents. This last little episode of yours is going to put me 700 pounds in hole just to make things right again. Granted, it could be partly my fault this time, but it keeps happening! You'll be needing new shoes next and they aren't cheap, either.

I swear to God, it has to stop soon or I'll be buying a new car and you'll be for the fucking scrapyard.
( Kroney, Sat 6 Mar 2010, 8:17, Reply)