|Met a girl who knocked me offa my feet/ trade her for the hooker that said i was sweet...
||[Dec. 10th, 2009|09:20 am]
"Give up on what you like."
I get this advice from time to time. Clearly, my taste is bad. The stuff that attracts me is rotten. My choices regularly fly in the face of that special kind of contented happiness that women are supposed to have found by now.
There's a weird luxury in emailing you now... as much as i DO care what you think, as much as i am DYING for you to like me, i have nothing to lose. I can call you out on being a caricature, on your role in the You Show, starring You with very special musical guest You and the YouTones. I do it partly because it's true, and partly because i don't think anyone else does that to you.
god knows being special would be wonderful right now.
I'm learning the new rules of our interaction... nothing heartfelt AT ALL. I get it.
I know i don't matter to you beyond a bit of entertainment, but by god, contact with you is pretty addictive. having to be a bit creative to get my fix is fun.