I’m a fan of breakfast for dinner. I am one of those seen-everything-you’ve-ever-done-and-want- to-marry-you fans who is slightly delusional and just knows that someday, we will meet again. For dinner. You, Breakfast, I am talking about YOU and ever since John revealed he’s not really a fan, you’ve stopped answering my calls and texts. Breakfast, you belong in my dinner. We need you in the evenings, that’s when we miss you most! Yes, I’m fine, why? Who’s stalking? That’s such an unfortunate way to look at it. FINE, I AM GOING TO GO FOR YOUR COUSIN INSTEAD.
But call me some time, ok? For dinner?