honey as a pet name makes me nauseous

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honey, come over here and kiss me and say honey back to me or i can continue buying new jars from the grocery instead; this week is about dropping hints. you notice it's depressing when the jar count climbs to 7 or 8 or 9 times that you haven't said the word back to me, say didn't that use to be your favorite joke? no, not that they announce body counts on t.v. as if it will make anything more or less real, the "seven ate nine" thing, but it's like we're famous anyway only we have honey in place of death, representation...metaphor. in place of dead, isn't this a nice life we have in place of dead? i love you too but i'm still not going to sleep. i'm going to stay up and drink a can of dr. pepper and think about our teenaged thrill of sneaking out in my mom's car at midnight to drive to the nearest fountain soda, usually located in a gas station but to us it was rome all the same, because it's like we're famous anyway.

if i knew how to talk in cursive i'd write your name all day i'd walk in cursive and step your name all day.