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Dear fandom,
I love you. I do. But if you keep making me really, really sick, we're going to have to stop seeing each other.
No, listen, try not to be sad, okay? We can work on this. We just both have to want it.
No, I know I said I was committed and I kept setting the clock back on going to the hotel even though I could see my breath and my shirt was soaked and it was 1am. If you weren't so amazing and hilarious, I wouldn't be so dedicated to hanging out with you when I'm already miserable and a little sick.
And I know that considering I was the one to start with the sore throat and the cough and all, it might LOOK like this round of death flu is my fault. I still blame someone else. Anyone else. You. Not because I can't accept responsibility for my own carrier status, but because I don't want to accept it. I really don't think I have to, my general wondersomeness being taken into consideration and all.
I was thinking we might be at the stage where I ask you to marry me and move in and all of that. I was cleaning up the 34872342 Dunkin Donuts trash-items you left behind and kind of missing you, thinking of you fondly, so it could work--just, for real. Let's see if we can go a while without death flus, and then we can reevaluate our relationship.
Much love and only a little sniffling,
Giddy
ps, you could make it up to me by coming over to rub my back and bringing me soup and letting me drool on your shoulder, just saying.
pps (ha), lea and hannah, would you cure your death flu with dr babymaker's babymakin juice? because a quick tour of the google suggests it can be done!
pppps, no one give this to the Cab, okay? I think we can safely assume it'd just travel back around on us. We remember January, right? Right? Okay. Me and my friend bronchitis and our pal sinus infection are gonna go pass out now. xoxo, Gid.
I love you. I do. But if you keep making me really, really sick, we're going to have to stop seeing each other.
No, listen, try not to be sad, okay? We can work on this. We just both have to want it.
No, I know I said I was committed and I kept setting the clock back on going to the hotel even though I could see my breath and my shirt was soaked and it was 1am. If you weren't so amazing and hilarious, I wouldn't be so dedicated to hanging out with you when I'm already miserable and a little sick.
And I know that considering I was the one to start with the sore throat and the cough and all, it might LOOK like this round of death flu is my fault. I still blame someone else. Anyone else. You. Not because I can't accept responsibility for my own carrier status, but because I don't want to accept it. I really don't think I have to, my general wondersomeness being taken into consideration and all.
I was thinking we might be at the stage where I ask you to marry me and move in and all of that. I was cleaning up the 34872342 Dunkin Donuts trash-items you left behind and kind of missing you, thinking of you fondly, so it could work--just, for real. Let's see if we can go a while without death flus, and then we can reevaluate our relationship.
Much love and only a little sniffling,
Giddy
ps, you could make it up to me by coming over to rub my back and bringing me soup and letting me drool on your shoulder, just saying.
pps (ha), lea and hannah, would you cure your death flu with dr babymaker's babymakin juice? because a quick tour of the google suggests it can be done!
pppps, no one give this to the Cab, okay? I think we can safely assume it'd just travel back around on us. We remember January, right? Right? Okay. Me and my friend bronchitis and our pal sinus infection are gonna go pass out now. xoxo, Gid.
