Pimped and Pimpled

I found a letter of a guy to some girl, the other day.

I do have a pimple and perhaps, yes, perhaps, as you’ve suggested, won’t think about you too much. But I wasn’t. Not you. Not what you’re supposedly doing right now. If you’re thinking about cakes, or a night’s movie, or last night’s hugs, or that time when you were running after me inside the moviehouse. No. I was thinking about months from now when there won’t be any more of those. Just letters, vid clips, emails, pictures, webcams and all.

But to be honest, I’m just not doing anything at all at work today. HENCE. I look like I’m typing a very long email to my boss, or to my ardent lover here. I keep on smiling though.

Silly.