I had every intention of telling it slant. Or
fears about doing otherwise and my endless
reasons for ever bringing it on. P.S. I think
cornbread automatically disqualifies me.
Everybody knows I’m a motherf**kin’ monster.
Kanye, my reason for doing it (he says constantly) is
I feel crappy. And maybe I’ll go home early.
And talking lots via IM today. Drop it drop it.
Well, I should anyway. First things first,
he wants us to go to couples counseling. Nick,
Yuki, Larry, Shah and Otto’s car, which I
haven’t even seen yet. We have whiplash,
or one of the healthiest relationships ever.
Which—well—if not amusing & irritating
& cute all at once it’s like—but—what’s our problem?
