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You might want earphones. It's kind of loud.



I'm not puttng this on a Jude playlist. I'm not that fucking crazy.
But I do like this woman.

We now have kitten. His name is Sam.



He likes to sleep on Jude's back. And fight my boots, apparently.

The order has nothing to do with importance or non-importance. I love you both, my fiancé and my best friend. So it seemed appropriate.

( jude )
( keys )

Happy birthday, sunny boy. You know who you are.
Or rather, I hope you had a happy birthday...this is pathetically late.

In any event, come on over. So you can get your presents.

Jude...I was going to embed a Miley Cyrus video on here for you...but I ended up being hypnotized by the damn thing and nearly vomited all over my computer in protest. So...not doing that.

Just wanted you to know.

Guess who has a "Hey Jude" ring tone for their boyfriend on their cell. Go ahead. Guess.

Apparently, Jude, your name tastes like a brick. With some custard on it.

Keys (my lovely roommate) has that weird thing going on where she sometimes gets a taste in her mouth when she hears a name. (I think Earthians call it Synesthesia or something.)

Don't be offended. I'm, apparently, the taste of freshly cut grass that gets in your mouth by accident in the summer. These things are so specific and not symbolic at all. It's great.

Okay, Psy, I think I've found something that I'm afraid of:


...yeah. I have no idea what I clicked on.