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February 14th, 2002 · No Comments · Uncategorized

WARNING: There is sap and sentiment ahead. You’ve been warned. It is Valentine’s Day after all. You may wish to avert your eyes.

For >Conny

With her, I know joy. With her, I also have no room in my closet.

Because of her, I am a better man. Because of her, I spend all my money on corsets and shoes.

Our love binds us together. Our rope binds us together too, though her knots are better than mine, but I’m practicing.

My love for her grows every day, like my debt, compounding with interest, and I’m not talking that low A.P.R. stuff.

She is my dream come true: beautiful, inspiring, intelligent, funny, sexy, and extremely patient.

I love you, Conny View definition in a new window. Happy Valentine’s Day.

We now return you back to your regularly scheduled sarcastic, cynical web log. We apologize for this interruption.

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