I love you. Now, don't be taking this love thing lightly, coz I haven't told anyone besides my family members that I loved them, not in a long while.
You fill me with excitement, awe and the resolve to get to know you better. If it wasn't for you I probably would be a lard-ass, not doing a damn thing besides sitting on the couch watching TV all day long playing with my d*ck, as my boy would put it.
True, you have instigated numerous heated arguments with girls I'd been seeing in the past, but don't worry, nothing can tear you and I apart, at least not until the season's over with.
[It was especially brilliant of you to create half-time, and that way I can 'cater to' or call anyone I need to and not miss a minute of the action.]
Till tonight, my love. I will count the seconds till I see you again. I feel especially comforted by the fact that I will see you consistently for the next 39 or so nights.
In other news, anyone need a novel - or 10? I'm fresh out of shelf space, hence the floor, and I'm insufficiently inspired to go trade them in at the bookstore or library.
While we're at it, how about an amp - or two? Or a car CD player - or three? *sigh* I'm a book and electronics junkie, I think.