It makes me awfully happy that you think of me when you have water at your side. Maybe you can start thinking of me every single time that you take a drink of water. Then you could think of me all the time!
I have a friend who calls me cockroach killer. Can I call you ant killer? We can both have epic names relating to obliterating insects. How exciting is that!
Since I don't see you daily and haven't been able to share my dreams with you, I though I'd share a short one here.
I was being followed because I had some secret biotechnological weapon. My plan was to use it to destroy the world. I couldn't let anyone find out, so I was going to hide it in my shoe. However, I heard them talking about patting me down. Instead I hid the packet, which contained the weapon, in an ink pen. I barely managed to stuff it away before they caught up with me and I was able to convince them that I never had anything.
I know it's really random, but when do my dreams make sense?
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