Thursday, August 25, 2005

"I get worried when I don't know where you are."

"I know how to take care of myself."

"I don't like it when you storm off like that. I worry."

"Fuck off, will you? I needed some space, some time to think.

"I made you some meatloaf."

"Thanks, babe. I love you, too."

2 comments:

Daniel Heath said...

meatloaf is not love. meatloaf is hate.

Bones said...

You've never had real meatloaf, man!