dear emma,
amidst the dinner chaos, i heard your calls on my vibrating cell phone
(which is not supposed to be in my tip cup but very much was and usually is).
i would have loved nothing more than to leave that busy restaurant and answer your call.
instead, i had to keep on bussin' hussin' and cussin.'
once finished i tried to call you all the way, far away, in michigan but i did not get through.
instead, i came home to visions of a master newt and his emu!
extraordinary.
octobular. rocktobular, indeed.
you are a master crafter of imagination and i love you.
also, you are in fact hilarious. the most.
this is what i look like tonight. (tired and sick of idiots).
i recognize that this is my second self portrait on this blog.
(and that you have zero!)
i hope that i am not one of "those" people.
i just thought you might like to see my annoyed mug in the flesh.
data flesh, at least.
maybe i should apply here?
squat 'n' gobble, eh? gross.
see, the thing is. i really love you.
good night moon.
xx.
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