Dear John...

er, R...

it is with great regret I post you this blog. You see, honey--Barry has FINALLY come to his senses and decided he can't smile without me. Belive me--it took forevah for daybreak to occur.

Truly, honey, you have NO IDEA what I've been through to get his attention. I mean, look at that pic, would you? I think it was the lip gloss that finally did it for him. I have enough on to stick me to a wall. LOLLOL

Anyhoodles, now that Barry and I are a couple, I fear he'll want to moonlight serenade me oft (because really, I AM a coup. LMAO), and won't much want interferance from outside influences. Indeed, it looks like we made it, eh?

Now I don't want you to read this and weep. Let's not make a scene, shall we? Let's just call us ships that passed in the night and fondly remember our weekend in New England (we didn't really have one of those, but Barry doesn't have a song about CA, MI or Vegas--so work with me).

With warmest regards,
Dakota--who wants to jump, shout boogie. LOLLOL

I'm kidding, of course--Thanks to Ter who photoshopped the HELL outta this and made my lipstick brighter and my overlit nostrils not look like you could live in them. LMAO

And I still love ya like a buttload, honey :)