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Embarrassing gibberish:
I have got it bad. I'm twitterpated. [note: if you don't know what that word means, it does NOT have anything to do with twitter] The pheromones were flowing like the mighty Amazon river. They were spilling over my vomeronasal organ like water over Victoria Falls. But not just that, the fact that I've known him and loved him as a friend for so long. Not only does the body want what IT wants, but the heart - that ever pulsing core of desire - wants to sing that penguin song. Gosh, I can't believe I'm vomiting this ridiculousness. It's horrifying and embarrassing and altogether unacceptable. But it's true! Is truth really beauty and vice-versa? The idea of truth, maybe. It may be beautiful that I am feeling so deeply and acknowledging wholly, but it is far from beautiful to type/read about.
I have immediate goals going on and so does he. Neither of us are ready to "commit" to any sort of "relationship." I imagine that once I finish with my B.S. that I'll be in a relationship place. But I can't see the future, and who knows if he'll still be here by then or what other factors may present themselves. All I know is that I love to be around him.
Brain poop.
I have got it bad. I'm twitterpated. [note: if you don't know what that word means, it does NOT have anything to do with twitter] The pheromones were flowing like the mighty Amazon river. They were spilling over my vomeronasal organ like water over Victoria Falls. But not just that, the fact that I've known him and loved him as a friend for so long. Not only does the body want what IT wants, but the heart - that ever pulsing core of desire - wants to sing that penguin song. Gosh, I can't believe I'm vomiting this ridiculousness. It's horrifying and embarrassing and altogether unacceptable. But it's true! Is truth really beauty and vice-versa? The idea of truth, maybe. It may be beautiful that I am feeling so deeply and acknowledging wholly, but it is far from beautiful to type/read about.
I have immediate goals going on and so does he. Neither of us are ready to "commit" to any sort of "relationship." I imagine that once I finish with my B.S. that I'll be in a relationship place. But I can't see the future, and who knows if he'll still be here by then or what other factors may present themselves. All I know is that I love to be around him.
Brain poop.