.... how do I love thee let me count the ways....
Right.... well anywho. I'd like to start this rant with an opening announcement... Love is one of the most cruel, evil, wonderously painful, yet beautifully euphoric experiences in life. Personally I don't really like it... Sure once you're in love with someone, it's all good. You're happy, you have reason to be fluttery and you have that weird little grin on your face that makes you look like you should be committed... but then the bombshell falls. Either it's, he doesn't love you anymore and doesn't want you, or it's someone else... but there is the dreaded combo in which both are present. Now, after a SLEW of lousy, mistreating, butthole boyfriends, I think I'm entitled to a gem, at last. I mean, my friends at least have males that are interested enough in them to make a move toward a relationship. It's not that I'm "on the prowl" cause I figure if it's gonna happen, it'll happen, but it's not ripping me apart... I'm just tired of being the single one.. lol talk about a contradiction...
Sometimes it's a luxury, being in the single life... except when you turn around and see two people making out in the middle of a hallway... isn't that nice??? I love it when two people think I really want to see their...... outburst of fleeting love... isn't that special? First of all... I don't really care to see that... and since I don't care to see that, I know for certain that no one wants to see me do that.. hence why I haven't done that.... but i'm tempted to for revenge reasons or just for fun.. :) Depends who has my fancy... well dears that's about it... I will admit this is a pretty crappy rant, and that there is another rant that I would love to write, but I can't write it. It's too close to home and too many people know who it's about... just go to Poetry Corner and read The Player. Well guys laters...