only here off the weekend because i'm writing furiously

"dear ma'am: let's get married in a big cathedral by a priest, 'cause i'm the man that you love the mosti am a proud and dumb ass." i'm busy writing papers, actually, not letters, 'cause i don't mind other guys dancing with my girl. that's fine, 'cause i know 'em all pretty well. at least, i think i do, but you never know, and isn't that the sticking point? i certainly know myself well enough not to trust me. that's it! no more dancing. but that had already been resolved on my part for the year. "dear ma'am:"

damn, i love writing these things.