No, dickhead, you’re not out of the doghouse. Consider this note my version of throwing you a bone. As for love songs? Ha! You should be so lucky. I smirked and wrote down a reply. Yeah, well, this dickhead loves you. You can’t write things like that. Why not? Because I’m trying to be pissed at you. So? You’re always pissed at me, and I’m always loving you. Okay, now you’re just being smooth. Smooth like a Rolo? Oh god, I’d love a packet of Rolos right now. Check the front pocket of my bag.
