This all began when I decided to utilize my Creative Writing major by writing love poems to female co-workers. Rather than file for sexual harrassment, they delighted in the fanciful yet dirty metaphors that littered my poems. I began to branch out, involving love notes and even a roll of love haikus, until it was decided that I must have a blog.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
looooove
I see what she writes, but she is like a mystery. I don't even know if this is her real hair color. I don't think that's her pillow. I just don't know.
All notes are real and honest and from the deepest depths of the heart. All notes are photographed with cameraphones. All notes are more sincere than a child at Christmas.
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