But she's very fucking ill.
Don't turn into one of those people that disappears once they start getting a regular ride... don't do it... cautioned the Dublinista. Unlikely, my dear, unless he learns to breathe through his ears. We share most everything (including, to my dismay, the occasional toothbrush) so karma saw fit to divvy up a dose of febrile disease for us on Valentine's Day. Nothing says "I love you" like a giftwrapped box of Uniflu.
He got me a card too, but that will probably have to be burned along with the bedlinen.
Don't turn into one of those people that disappears once they start getting a regular ride... don't do it... cautioned the Dublinista. Unlikely, my dear, unless he learns to breathe through his ears. We share most everything (including, to my dismay, the occasional toothbrush) so karma saw fit to divvy up a dose of febrile disease for us on Valentine's Day. Nothing says "I love you" like a giftwrapped box of Uniflu.
He got me a card too, but that will probably have to be burned along with the bedlinen.
