This here blog is written especially about my very dear friend Ellie.
She's the person who keeps me stuck to the ground with my head in the clouds.She makes nice eye-smiles, and she's special in the heart and not the head. We have a huge room composed completely of corners, but it's ok because the nuzzling corner (one of my favourite places to be) is the biggest and the comfiest so it's alright. I'm Mr Scufflefurker to her, and she's princess to me. =)
I often mouth-serenade her to sleep when she doesn't like it, and once or twice I've told her a little story by a fellow known as Shakespeare. Mind you, I DID paraphrase a lot. Also I told her the tale of Jon Banks, or Banksy as we know him. I also recall a bloke called Thomas who did nothing in his life whatsoever, but Ellie seemed to like him.
Pterodactyls and Tyrranosaurus' better watch out tbh, cus we've named sex positions and defined their sex lives to a tee. Yes we have. AND she has a nice laptop, as nice as mine. She's the first person to tell me to read Watchmen. She calls me her Superman. But I don't wear pants outside my trousers.. What is this paradox?! I beat her at Hula Hooping on Wii. And she beat me at Mario Kart. She likes Obama. And John Green. And me. I don't know why, but I like it. =)
I currently have her jumper, well my jumper, well.. I got a hoodie which I let her wore, and she wears it so much better than me that I promptly let her keep it. However I have it right now because she'd worn it so much that the Toby smell, that exotic aroma that pleases and weirds out so many people, had metaphorically flown away from it. So she returned it to me for a while, and now I have to wear it so that the Toby Smell will return to it and everybody is happy.
love you tbh..
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