I love it on so many levels.
I love that you can hear the finches.
I love that I'm letting a man I met off the internet film my apartment while I'm gone.
I love that it doesn't even remotely worry me because, *shrugs* it's Ike. If you met him, four seconds later you'd understand.
I love that you can see my apartment.
I love that Ike thinks its funny what he finds in the cupboard.
I love the I think it's funny that he thinks its funny.
It warms me like a shot of tequila.
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umlike tequila, Ike doesn't make me angry.
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