Sunday, May 21, 2006
here goes

sometimes i get so worked up / agitated / distracted that i talk very fast and eat very fast and the only thing that calms me down is chewing anxiously on my knuckles. unfortunately i can't do that in public, so.. i overeat. damn, i'm like some crazed hamster.

so here we go - now we - oh no - i know - oh no

betcha i'll end up sounding like that one day. because i already do, sometimes. all right, a lot of the time. hesitant, incoherent, and blurted out. damn.

in theory, 'disaster' would translate into something irresistably intriguing. for you. in reality you would run as fast as you could in the opposite direction. which leaves me to wonder, what do the real-life disasters do? the byronic heroes. and sometimes getting burnt once isn't good enough for you. sometimes they teach you that getting burnt is what you want. and that, my dear, is the true disaster. not that it makes it any less hot, but ugh i should stop here.

am very glad for the pls. but maybe it's a good thing that we don't spend every minute together. you'd end up resenting me. i'm a bit like a tonic - reasonably useful in small amounts (okay give me the benefit of the doubt) but utterly toxic in large amounts. i shall live and die an old maid. but you're welcome to stay next door.
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