Wilco, yum.
Only three more working days and then I'm a free man! FREE MAN! FREEMAN! GORDON! MORGAN!
I have two passports. One is orange. One is red. One is full. One is empty. Music. Movies. Nummy. Nums.
Let's go dancing. Please? Please? Okay, maybe next time.
Cold champagne, bubbles on your lips. Tickles.
Tongue in cheek. GET IT OUTTA THERE.
I'll open up a business and only let you shop there.
Pull down the shade. I don't want anyone watching me while I watch them.
Keys in the door. Key into your heart. Smash your skull. Eat the brains. Play in the rain.
Our love. Mm.
When I rule the World, I will never let anyone wear your green ever. Nothing will be allowed to be that green. I refuse to ever have that color in my Great Perfect World. I don't want any signs of my weakness being out there. I don't want any signs of my only loss. You.
On a serious note on a serious page in a serious chapter in a serious novel, I once said "I'm quite serious when I say this, I want to spend every last minute of my life with you whether it's in orbit or on the ground."
iTunes is such a skank.
