Again.

Ah. Here we are again. Why? You want to know? I know you don't, but thanks for lying. Well, I've done it again. My marvelous sense of timing has led me into something as fun as sleeping on a bed of ringworms while eating spaghetti. Yeah, that fun. I'll explain. These past two weeks or so, probably longer than that, really, I've had the idiocy to let myself be attracted to a fine specimen of short haired beauty. Tsk tsk Johnny. Why'd you do that? Well, it might have been different if she was just pretty, but she's also really nice. Today, class is cancelled, which I learn as the wonderful young woman in question tells me on the way to it. Oh, okay. So we go into a caf area and sit around, talking to other droids in our classes, etc etc. And there's me, being a lovable ass and simply creating wonderful sentiments out of nothing repeatedly and pounding her with them, embarassing her as usual. Until of course, I finally work some balls out to inquire about her... status. Singlity, I suppose. And I find out what I was dreading the whole time. Something that had to be true, because this IS me. Something as inevitable as death and/or taxes. Now everyone on the count of three... 1... 2... 3... Boyfriend! Sweet Enola Gay! So I cam back here and typed out the thingy below, that I had written on the weekend and felt so good to write and made me nice and warm. She had been apart from this guy for two months, and just got back together with him. Like clockwork, eh? Eh. Read, and enjoy my misery. Frig.

	You're under my skin and in my veins.
You envenom my being, and make me pulse with an irregular timing, phasing in and out of my 
    muddled consciousness.
You gnaw at my souls good fabric with perfect white teeth.
Your jeweled name slices through the grey of my mind and streaks the inside of my head with your
    glowing neon luminescence.
It's like an atomic bomb in a teacup.
It's like riding a rhino bareback and 
It's like being draped in a quilted blanket of warm.
You're the blue skies perched overhead, threatening to live on forever without me.  
You're the glycerin to my nitro,
		you're the nitrus to my oxide,
				and you spark my dynamites fuse.
You sprinkle pixie dust on my day, and buzz about my head keeping me in a blonde and blue daze
    from morning til night and back again.
If my furnace fires up a notch, it's because of you.
If I trip over my own two feet, it's because of you.
And if I'm seen smiling like a Cheshire Cat... that's you too.
You're hypodermic and dirty magic.
You're a nudge in the right direction.
And you're chipped nail polish, because that's the way I like it.
And if I ever managed to shave without nicking myself... that'd be you.  
If I ever managed to paralell park... that'd be you.
If I ever managed to get 8 hours of sleep a night... that'd be you too.
It's heads I win, and tails they lose.
3 hours of snuggling over 15 minutes of sex.
Prescription only over regular strength.
Timeless classic over trendy pop hit.
	Sugar highs and apple pies.
	Mistletoe and Scarios
	Puppy dogs and fireplace logs...

		That's you.

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