I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed

So I’ve gotten some pretty intriguing offers for valentines this year. But all seem slightly… How do I put this…. Hopeless. I feel like they lack depth. No one can really be that cheery all the damn time and I make terrible jokes that we pretend I didn’t say. All I ask is for someone to listen to blues with me. Laugh at the things I tell Elijah. And for the love of cheese please be complicated because I know I am. I don’t feel like hiding my stupid quirks anymore.