I have arrived


Ahhh, this is living the computer life. Cold pizza for a late breakfast, listening to an mp3 of Willa Nelson backed by a reggae band that was e-mailed to me by a fellow blogger, and openly discussing the following inappropriate topic:

He is beautiful. And I am convinced he is beautiful inside, but how will I ever really know, as I am captivated by his literal beauty. He's visiting my gray matter repeatedly in a day, and he brings his eyelashes, hands, and lips with him. He referred to himself as being "skinny" but not only do I disagree with that assessment, I say he's delectable. Alas, he is as unavailable as adequate healthcare for the impoverished. No free samples thank you. Addressing the symptoms isn't curing the disease.