After an amazingly hectic week of festivities, Baby and I get to spend some 'us' time together. Kisses and Cuddles in my huge comfy bed, With warm blankets, smushy pillows, and big hearts.
Someday I'm gonna Run across your mind. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm gonna be alright.
While you're sleeping with your pride. Wishing I could hold you tight. I'll be over you and on with my life.
So take your records, take your freedom Take your memories I don't need'em. And take your cat and leave my sweater. 'Cause we have nothing left to weather. In fact I'll feel a whole lot better, But you'll think of me.
Mark Darcy: "I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences... But the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are."
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