Marry, Fuck, Cuddle, Kill, send me four names
Sitting here in this psychiatric hospital. Not sure how I got away with access to a computer but I figured you wanted some answers so ask away.
I appreciate that so much. Sorry they wouldn’t let you in.
Romance is fine (although a little dry if thy don’t also have to do with murder) but how else am I supposed to get to know you?
Lonely on valentines day.
I think we bonded because everyone thought we were weird. But obviously, we were the cool ones.
I don’t even know why you ask me how this loony bin is. It’s the same. It’s awful. And I miss you. I’m not going to give these people the benefit of my attempting to understand why they close their doors on random days. Or specific days. Like valentines day. Which was more lonely than ever. And that’s coming from me.
Might play it safe with vanilla on the milkshake. And I am always up for company. Why’d you get a tour or the Jeffersonian? And by that I mean are you interested in working there? Even better, are you interested in anthropology?
I am most absolutely NOT the charmer. And yes, but one would think it was for my intellect. To my surprise its for my looks. Must be because I haven’t had a hair cut in so long I look like a rockstar.
I can definitely say they’ve improved in the past, what four? five? years.