dear you(s),

on my bedside table are four items which may illumine my current situation or may not. they are: (in no particular order) a wristwatch, a package of soda crakers, a tumbler of water, a tub of hair taffy.

tell me, what would you make of me, what would i make of me if i didn't know me already but all i knew were these four items (and the context of the bedside table i suppose)?

i'm sick of that train of thought.

on a less simplistic/sparse note, i am feeling rather warm in the cheeks and all mushy and gurgley (sp?) and stuff. tired in the most pleasant ways.

flirting is dangerous because it leads to liking,

liking is dangerous because it leads to meeting,

meeting is dangerous because it leads to kissing,

kissing is dangerous because it leads to biting,

biting is dangerous because it leads to rabies,

rabies is dangerous because it leads to decapitation.

do you catch my drift?