Karla, Will You Marry Me?

August 28th, 2006 Posted in Blog Posts

This is probably going to suffer a little in the romance department, what with it following a post about throwing your voice into Mariah Carey’s anus. But here goes.

Karla, you’re funny, beautiful, kind and smart, and I love you. I feel comfortable around you more than I am with any other person. I love just hanging out with you, having you in my life, making each other laugh at 3am, almost blowing up dinner together, arguing about movies. Since I’ve met you, I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am when I’m with you. And while I know we’re going to drive each other crazy occasionally, I’m hooked anyway. I couldn’t imagine having anyone but you by my side. You’re the most special girl I’ve ever met, and I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.

What I’m saying here is: you’ll do, I suppose. I mean, you’ve forced me to watch all three seasons of Project Runway. The way I see it, you probably owe me this.

How about it?

(You’ll have to print this off and cut it out, but otherwise it’s good to go.)

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UPDATE: She said yes. It’s on, bitches!