Dear Indie,

I know that after my SUPER – EVIL – plan – to – get – you – to – like – me , you will, you know

LIK EEEEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEE EEM M MMM MM MM MMEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEE

Eggs are good…..

Then I thought, GAS SSSSS SSSSSS SSSSSSSP PPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPP…

I should write a DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY of my troubles with yyyyyyyyyooooooooouuuuuuuu!

I really like you...

:))))))))))))))))))

So when we are sitting on a couch, enjoying our hipster coffee and petting our 89999 children, we can read this and LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA UUUUUUUUUUUUUU GGGGGGGGGGGG HHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHShaHAHAHAHAH AHA. Like that. So here it is. My own Scindie story. Written by me. Who is not emo.

LOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

SCEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEE :) Blah blah blah!