Dear Comie:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our affair is over. I think I realized it when I threw up with George Bush and his wife and I saw you carve your initials into my father. I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand how awful I've felt. I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but I'll keep your mom as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember a new life as a clone.

Go burn.

Bev.























LOL.
I'm keeping your mom as a memory, Comie. XD (You were the last person to comment on my journal, sorry )
(Stoled from Karen.)