Going Away
Sami is going away soon again, to do some marketing for an extended period of time in a country far, far away, and it hit me yesterday that I'll be alone for quite some time, again.
"I'll miss this."
"What? Petting my arm?"
"No, your soft skin, you know?"
"I could peel it and give you whatever comes off if it helps you?"
"I'll miss your scent, too"
"Just stop washing the bedsheets and it'll stick."
"And your butt. I'll miss your butt."
"We could make a mold of it"
"What? Like a butt-mold?"
"Yeah! That way you'll have it here"
"..."
"... um.. well... I guess that'll see me through, then."
I don't know why, but it seems I overcomplicate things, but I'm not all that sure that this is the answer, either. And I'll post some pictures of The Wall as soon as my shitty connection gets around to uploading the things I ask it to.
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ssrt. Wait, no, you should get more than one and paint them, like the whole art on cows thing? That would rock. (And you might make some money?)