May 8, 2009
Thanks for talking to strangers in restaurants. Thanks for sitting on floors with your legs crossed until they fall asleep. Thanks for offering to let me talk about stupid intrusive email from man. [What you might not know is that my writing it at all and then sending it to you is me talking about it... and the fact that I am able to write it and want to share it with you means everything to me.] Thanks for gently putting me to sleep. Thanks for driving me to work this morning without your underwear on. Thanks for being you.