> I'm marrying myself in December. We're happy together. Unfortunately we won't be able > to procreate, but we love each other. By December I mean December 2011. My right foot > got cold.
It will not be a perfect love story, but I bet you spent all your puberty loving yourself so I hope you will be happy except when you can't live even with yourself.
On the other hand (sic) you'll hardly find anyone who will understand you and bare with you...
2011 on the gregorian calendar? Muslim? Mayan? In any case, the world will be gone by 2012 so I recommend you to change planet.
Wound up, can't sleep, can't do anything right, little honey / Oh, since I set my eyes on you. / I tell you the truth. I can't get it right / Get it right / Since I met you...
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