dopamine
so..is love just a series of chemical reactions?
i dont know, but if dopamine was sold on the streets, id pay. who doesnt want the feeling of uncontrollable bliss, unbridled longing. the anticipation of a first kiss. the touch of flesh to flesh. the shivers, the quaking. its nuts that we would all want to act so diseased and insane, but there's something about love that makes an often burdensome life worth living.
but why does it have to be such an enigma? why cant it be easy? why does chemistry, pheromones, law, age come into play? its not fair that we cant love as freely as birds.
perhaps im just especially lonely now because of the fallout of mis parents.
i had a dream. it was just of my mother and father's faces. they were happy and smiling and in love. and i was so incredibly happy. its selfish to demand it of them, but i wish they would give it one last try for the home team. glory fight, as zach said.
Yesterday night was grand, by the way. Three teenage prostitutes with shoddy mapquest directions and a craving for some transvestite action. Rocky Horror never ceases to amaze/amuse me. Because, fuck it, Janet, I wanna Screw.
Speaking of which, Kris is still the question. I know he has it for me, or did, but why dont i have it for him? hes amazing, hes a great person. an artist unlike any ive seen my age. hes romantic and charming. but that spark, i only have it for him when hes on stage. or in that white tuxedo, posing as the Angel of Death. My mother asked me if i needed more therapy, because Kris is "perfect for me." So says she.
"When you are born you cry, and the world rejoices. When you die, the world cries. What should you do?"
Ive been very happy lately. thought you ought to know, since its your doing.
smores, by the way, are a gift from god. and you are a nazi if you think otherwise.
Ah, and...i may get a phone call. i may not. if i do, then tuesday will be a good day. i miss you very much. we should hang out some time.
I love you all. Every last one of you.
Smile constantly.
Oh, and pray for me. Tell God to give me patience, vigilance, and inspiration. I need a bestseller, people. It'll look nice on my transcript.
(note: if you couldnt tell that was a joke, stop reading this LJ.)
i dont know, but if dopamine was sold on the streets, id pay. who doesnt want the feeling of uncontrollable bliss, unbridled longing. the anticipation of a first kiss. the touch of flesh to flesh. the shivers, the quaking. its nuts that we would all want to act so diseased and insane, but there's something about love that makes an often burdensome life worth living.
but why does it have to be such an enigma? why cant it be easy? why does chemistry, pheromones, law, age come into play? its not fair that we cant love as freely as birds.
perhaps im just especially lonely now because of the fallout of mis parents.
i had a dream. it was just of my mother and father's faces. they were happy and smiling and in love. and i was so incredibly happy. its selfish to demand it of them, but i wish they would give it one last try for the home team. glory fight, as zach said.
Yesterday night was grand, by the way. Three teenage prostitutes with shoddy mapquest directions and a craving for some transvestite action. Rocky Horror never ceases to amaze/amuse me. Because, fuck it, Janet, I wanna Screw.
Speaking of which, Kris is still the question. I know he has it for me, or did, but why dont i have it for him? hes amazing, hes a great person. an artist unlike any ive seen my age. hes romantic and charming. but that spark, i only have it for him when hes on stage. or in that white tuxedo, posing as the Angel of Death. My mother asked me if i needed more therapy, because Kris is "perfect for me." So says she.
"When you are born you cry, and the world rejoices. When you die, the world cries. What should you do?"
Ive been very happy lately. thought you ought to know, since its your doing.
smores, by the way, are a gift from god. and you are a nazi if you think otherwise.
Ah, and...i may get a phone call. i may not. if i do, then tuesday will be a good day. i miss you very much. we should hang out some time.
I love you all. Every last one of you.
Smile constantly.
Oh, and pray for me. Tell God to give me patience, vigilance, and inspiration. I need a bestseller, people. It'll look nice on my transcript.
(note: if you couldnt tell that was a joke, stop reading this LJ.)