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09/18/11(Sun)23:06 No.29799529>>29799304
Hooray, Pinkie is easy to write. This is my last one for tonight, I swear.
You throw your keys on the kitchen counter and heave a sigh. It's been a long day, and you cannot wait to slump on the couch and loaf off. Except when you get to the couch, she springs out from behind it and screams at you. She is probably yelling the word surprise, but your heart is too busy skipping a hundred beats to process anything. She leaps over the furniture and on top of your prone body. Her voice begins to sing, but she loses track of the lyrics. Instead, she reminds you that it's your six month anniversary, and it's time to celebrate. Wow, six months already? Even then, only six months and she's throwing you a surprise party? She leaps to her feet and points to the door. It's time to go out to dinner at the nicest joint in town. Don't worry, the owner owes her a favor, so it's all on the house. She turns back to you, still on the ground, sweating, and recovering from a near heart attack. Get up, silly! The party is waiting for you, she insists. Yeah, work today really sucked and you feel more enervated than ever. But seeing her aqua blue eyes, the messenger bag slung over her shoulder, and dirt stained sneakers ready to go at any moment... Not to mention her constant giggling. You roll over and do the most exuberant push up you've ever performed, springing to your feet. Her energy, her pep, and her cheer. Everything about her is infectious. And that includes her love.
Okay, made this one less sexual. Hope that's good |
