whine and cheese

The only bad thing about visiting my handsome serial killer fiance is the fact that the visits always end. This long distance thing is starting to get old. It hurts in fact. I feel a sharp pain in my knee cap. And my forearm. My knee cap misses Keith and it is crying out for his loving touch.

I know, I know, we will be getting married at the end of the summer and then we will be together forever and get totally sick and tired of each other, blah blah blah. But I want to be with him NOW. I don’t want to stay here and work and finish school. I HATE it and I WANT to DIE.