Corozon de Oro

Right. I have a migraine. I need help. I got a lot of problems. If I throw a brick, maybe the brick will go and solve them.
Here is what I want. I want to meet a girl who is rich as fuck and has as little ambition as I. Then I want her to pay off my student loans and get me out of the military. Next I want to bone and play video games all day every day. Is that too much to ask? I hope not. That is what I pray for. That is what I desire. That is what I want.
So it finally happened. My knee is fucked. I don't know what is wrong with it, but I can't move it and I can't run on it and it hurts to have any weight on it. So that sucks. It really hampers your effectiveness in the Army when you can't run. Because running is all we do. But Christ it hurts. I go to the doctor tomorrow.
I still have no Pogo. Life sucks. Knee still hurts. Life sucks. Hungry. Life sucks. In three years I'm going back to the big city life I miss. Life isn't so bad. Spiderman 2 is on. Life rules.
I love you. I mean I really love you. The thought of you not being around forever is unbearable. The day I lose you I will destroy Mount Everest. You are too good for this. Everything in the universe is mediocre in comparison to you. The infiniteness of space is a drop in the bucket to how you make me feel when you look at me. God is powerless over you. You move, think, feel and act in such a way that no deity can help but watch you in awe from the afterworld. I think about you every second of my life, even when you are three feet from me. I bathe in your soul, which flows out around you like a warm amniotic fluid protecting you from humanity. You make everyone around you better and even if they never realize it, the power to start or stop the world, as we know it, lies solely within you.