h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Um... I'm feeling a bit like I'm trying to convince Andy to marry me. That feels like crap. He honors me by marrying me, but on the opposite side, I honor him by marrying him. There are men I know who would walk deserts if I agreed to marry them.

I don't want to marry someone who's just kind of letting me do it.

If he doesn't get it together, I'm leaving. Damned soon.

and don't forget ME. i would also walk, nay RUN deserts if you agreed to marry me. so you'd better stay hip to your cool or i'll have to flop out the desert marathon gear and make a thirsty, arduous trek. and i do warn you, once spandex absorbs a certain amount of sweat, it is no longer the sexy outfit it once was

*laughes like crazy and hugs the stuffing out of apple tree*

I would NEVER forget about you and I believe that in spandex, sweat soaked or not, you could only appear to be the goddess that we all know you are.

Thanks.

*be's loved*

Anyhow, I lowered the boom and we'll find out on Sunday night if I'm gettin' married or not. It should be exciting. Kinda like a horror movie only real life.

not to go round flippantly reconfirming things that could cause haemorrhage, but that must be one of the most stiffening situations possible without having any of your loved ones taken hostage in a far away, nightly news-hostile, land
get a firm grip girl, before you let go

It certainly is. I promise to grab on to something firmly...something clean.

ARRGGEERERERREERFFFGGGGGGMMMUHH