I am twitterpated for this man.
I could extoll his virtues and go on and on and on, but I don’t want to make you vomit or gag from all the disgusting cuteness. Just know that I am so so happy.
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“Twitterpated” is such a silly adjective. Think of something else. Please. And if you ever leave me a message on myspace again with the subject “twitterpated” I’ll be forced to purchase expensive gasoline (which will only make me more disgusted) and drive to your home and punch you in your FACE. Don’t, I beg of you, make me do this. It would hurt me much more than it would hurt you. I promise.
I dare you, sister.
Are you sure you wanna dare me? And by the way, con…what? I don’t know what that is.
Uh, yummy! I think I’d twitterpate him too.
OMG. Go you.
He’s pretty handsome. (Though I don’t think I’d twitterpate him.) I noticed you covered up your boob with that drink cup. Is that some sort of coded message or something, like “I’m with my super twitterpating man so don’t even think of my boobs.” But seriously, you both look very happy and in love. I’m glad for you. P.S. He looks like a pretty darn lucky fellow.