I’m going to have to quit you…for reals this time.
Ironic that we just brought up ‘time,’ because it’s actually about that.
You see, I…well..this is very hard to explain. I want to be a centenarian. What does this have to do with you? I know you’re so great to me, for a few hours. We’ve seen sunrises together. You taste really good, after the first layer is devoured. You enhance my dance moves. You make me double my dose of water, after a night of you and I together, which is good for my body and hydration.
However, if you truly care about me and want me live to the age of where I can wear Depends, and not be criticized for it, then you will agree with it. It’s for the best…for both of us.
Take care. And as time progresses, and you too would like to grow old together, here’s how we can do it (and not ‘that’ it, purrrv.)
P.S. Is it odd that I have this dream of being a trucker?