In September and October, I was dating this guy, Nick. I'm at college in Minneapolis and Nick is at high school in Green-freakin'-Bay, Wisconsin. Long-distance relationship. Eh.
Nick decided after two and half months into it that he didn't care to continue our relationship. The distance was too much for his booty-lovin' self, I suppose. He asked me if what we really had was "love" or if it was merely infatuation. A valid question, I'll admit.
You're yawning and waiting for me to get to the humor.
So three or four days before he broke up with me, I had no idea that our relationship was in trouble (he's a good liar) and thus sent him a painting in the mail. On the painting, I had written the words from a Dashboard Confessional song:
You wrote the words I LOVE YOU
And sprayed it with perfume...
So...hehehe...he received the package the very day after we broke up!
I think that's hilarious!
I'm going to go...snort some soy milk powder now...or something.