You paying that much attention to what I say? Man, you are absolutely aching for it, aren't you? You keep that shit in a diary under your bed with a little lock on it and a kitten on the cover?
Today, Dean called me a jackass twelve times. I really think he likes me. And then you draw our names together in a big heart with an arrow and dot your eyes like a twelve year old girl while you try to figure out if you're gonna keep your last name, hyphenate, or take mine in this delusion you've got going over in that fucked up head of yours.