Jeffy boo-boo and small animal friends part wha?

God, I want some recognition! I am writing for nothing, nobody. Nobody cares! I feel I am alone! I'm so tired of doing this! I have over 365 articles, that should be over 365 million dollars for me. I'm serious! Don't you agree? God, I'm writing my soul out every day! In the beginning it was fun just a little bit to publish stuff, but I guess it's like I want a surprise comment from a guy asking where I live so he could come see about me, comfort me, hold me. That man would be Jeff, but he's so dead, man. His ashes are taking the form of rice cakes. God, yesterday while I was outside taking care of business I had sexy thoughts of him. God, I just love him, in really subtle tones. I coo at him when I enter the bedroom, but I know he doesn't hear me. God, he's so precious. He's the only one I'd have a child by, a love child that had all his features. God, he's priceless. God, I'm in love. I need him now. I just need him, to talk to him, to kiss him, to hug him, to hold his hand. God, I've always loved him, and haven't you watched how the love has intensified over the years? It has gone from inquisitive to mild mad love to insane. I just want to look at him, tell him he always had one lonely supporter. He wouldn't have accepted me when he was alive, is that why you killed him? God, he didn't deserve to die the way he did! I could understand cancer, but being beaten to death like an animal by an animal? The guy who did it has no remorse I bet. Shame on you, Chris! Oh God, he didn't deserve it! It's okay, he's at peace now. Hopefully I'll be at peace too, with Jeff, holding his hand, running through fields of stargazer lillies. I love those flowers. I have yet to receive them. I don't want to send them to myself! Proflowers.com always sells them. Sometimes I look at them in the catalog and think, I wish. God, how is Jeff going to present himself to me? God, I can almost taste it. Remember I had that dream where I was in heaven and couldn't believe it? Like, I was like is this for real? I couldn't recall the dream right after I woke up, but I did later on in the day. God, Jeff makes me cry. He's so tender, Tender Vittles. I wonder if he ever fed his grandma's cat that. That cat was so lovely, by the way. Nice long hair, just like my Dominique. R.I.P., Dominique. Where are you, King? Live long and beautiful lives, Sonic and Buttercup. I hope you guys know you're loved deeply.