#1. Imagine what it must be like to know that even the person you seem to spend most of your time with doesn't think you have a soul. SIMILARLY, imagine what it would be like to know that all of the other people you spend the rest of your time with may think you have a soul, but really don't know you very well at all. That literally sounds like hell to me.

#2. And you. Delicately and with affection: I'm not ISO of an LTR with you.*

#3. Three things that the celebrity psychic/clairvoyant told me:
- You've been blessed with very specific talents.

- You're not fuzzy about who you are. You're fuzzy about taking hold of who you are.

- It's like trying to take a photograph with the wrong lens.

#4. After the celebrity psychic/clairvoyant said those things, a friend called me "the best Fuzzy Wrong Lensed person ever." I will accept that.

#5. Dear You Probably Think Number Five is About You: You are a very scary person. Like, clinically scary. Fortunately, that makes it easy to forget how charming you can be.

#6. I would like to say something to all the ladies in the house. Remember: It's a fine line between weird and asshole.

#7. (Speaking of weird and asshole) To All The Mens Who Want To Make Sweet Love To Us: I'm really sorry to have to tell you this but Kyuti and I are probably getting married. To each other. More on this later. It's really just a heads up. Actually, you've got some time. Call us.

#8. I don't have a number eight right now but I'm fairly certain that I will have numbers eight through twenty-five next time you come around. Although I have no business making promises.

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