9.7.07

Disintegration

Infatuation is a dumb thing,which is why I have to get it out of my system immediately.

Because you might be freaking gorgeous,but we have little in common and I'm sure the chemistry we had was just the effect of too much flirting.You're mature and you can carry a proper adult conversation,but you know when to let loose and just be free.But I hate your friends,they annoy the hell out of me and everytime I think of asking you out I fear that they'll come along and eat my brains out.

Let's not over analyze something this trivial and silly.

Honestly,I don't get this.This thing about relationships and people and connections and love and all that stuff you know-it looks clear and sounds easy on paper,but once you get into the mechanics and actually step into reality,the noises of smooching and groaning are somehow shadowed by the sound of your heart beating nervously.At least I have a heart,unlike the many robots out there who simply be-zeep their way through.

Plus,you have a boyfriend,who looks like your little brother.But he has blond(ish) hair,and everyone knows only male pornstars have blond(ish) hair.Although,I don't think the fact that you two are a couple means anything or much of something,because from what I've seen you guys have zero chemistry.But maybe he has a monstrously huge dick or something like that,which compensates for his lack of personality.Okay I lied,I don't even know what he looks like but I don't like him already.Whatever it is,I continually hope that you'll break up with him soon-just because.Was there supposed to be a reason included-nah,this is pointless ranting,reason's the last thing I need!

There you go,now I've convinced myself that you're no better than that Friendster bulletin board serial rapist who endlessly fills in surveys,never failing to share some personal unwanted info about her last orgy or the last time she blew someone's cock in a restroom.If you're that girl,I want you to know you're pathetic.I'm too nice a guy to tell it to your face.What am I saying.What am I.

What girl?

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