TO THE TOTALLY AWESOME VENTING MACHINE.

DEAR GOD.
MY DEAR GOD.

please let anthony realise that i'm not weird and confused.
and that i'm perfectly sane.
except for the time i dreamt of him on the picture above.
although i think its a little bit small.
the picture i mean.

and tell him that he's the mad one.
i don't know why.
but he is mad.
thats the end of story.

and he's mean.
i wasn't covering up.
then he say i cannot call him anything anymore.
ANYTHING?
you're mad.
so it means that i cannot call you venting machine anymore?
boohoo!
cannot.
the names i call you are amazing!
very very amazing!

just so you know.
i can blackmail you.
cause you still don't have your lit book.
nanny nanny poo poo!
sorry.
was being mad.

but.
you rock!
for making me laugh when i was about to cry.
for making me happy.
for actually being there.
for hearing me talk so much of rubbish.
and walking all over town just to find an ATM.
which i still think its really stupid.
and thanks for the yummy yummy food we ate.
and the cool band (kinda) that sang.
and you paying for the food.

bottom line being.
MY VENTING MACHINE ROCKS!
BIG TIME!