Apparently,

Andrew and I are madly in love, hence why we're going on this trip. Because we're so deeply in love with eachother.

AND,

We fuck like bunnies. That's the only reason he even comes to town. He would stay in town with me so that we could fuck like bunnies all the time, but he really hates St. Augustine. So right now we're in the middle of a long distance love affair and when we do talk we call eachother annoying pet names. e.g. Sugarlips, Shnookums, Cuddlebear.

This is the shit that the people in my former life have thought up. So now I'm just going to go with it. Except I think that a better scenario involves me getting knocked up because we never use condoms (people that are as in love as we are don't need to practice safe sex, because we're all crazy in love) and we'll travel the country and settle down in Canada when it's baby time. They have health insurance and speak some form of French.

Ha. Leda, Please laugh with me on this one....