Wuv, Twue Wuv

I feel sorry for the poor bastard who marries me (presuming this happens; there’s a very real chance it may not. I suggest we start the betting pool now).

2am weekday dance parties y’all!

I’m not kidding – I belted FM’s version of I Heard It Through The Grapevine. I *gave* ‘er! Meredith, you’d be so proud of me, there was some definite growling. My abraded vocal chords can attest to that fact.

Just another one of the myriad of things my future fella can look forward to 😉

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