It was the strangest dream. I think we were at my Aunt's place, it was very countryesque, which given the situation, was appropriate. Taylor Swift and I were to be wed. We were engaged. Dreams exist in their own reality. Where Taylor and I met was unknown, what sparked our romance or our engagement was also mysterious. It was pretty much "So we're gonna do this thing huh? Okay." I just went with it.
And really, why not?
Not so big on country music, let alone her music. But she seems down to earth, the classic girl next door situation. She has a lot of miles left on those tires too. I figure, six more albums easy. Sooooooo depending on their sales I should be pretty set for life. I'll still work until the kids are born. Probably little blondies.
That's the other thing. I don't particularly care for blondes or find them especially attractive. How tall is she any way Google? 5'11"? Yikes. I'm clockin in at about 5'8" on a good day. Good thing I always walk/stand on my toes.
Also I'm going to have to burn all my Kanye albums. Shouldn't be too hard I only have one. The way she handled that situation speaks to her character. When Kanye finally apologized, she accepted it instantly. That was one of the biggest nights of her life, Kanye goes to upstage it, stealin' her thunder.
You know what? I'm ready Taylor. Call me up and let's make this thing official.
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