my slut <3

I got a text from my slut, Karl today.. It was the best text that I've gotten all morning and it really made my day..

Where art thou Smita?
Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow.
Creeps in this petty place from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time,
trying to make a poem for you that rhymes,
wondering where u are these times,
looking at black things makes me think 'Smita' all the time
for she is the slut that makes people whine.

yea i know he sucks at writing poems, BUT IT JUST SHOWS HOW MUCH HE MISSED ME! :)
oh and btw, the harshness is how we communicate. He's my slut, and i'm his slut. Coz he always tries to beat me to all the hot guys.. ISH.. competition! anyway, I LOVE U KARL!

BItch!
anyway, i miss u too my 'happy' fat slut!