Uh-Oh.

Ooh Lordy. I've done it now. Remember the crush I've been whining about..? Yeah, well... I went ahead and kissed him last night. Twice.

Don't get too excited - I'm pretty sure it was rape on my part. From now on, Sex On The Beach is the Devil's piss in my book.

I don't even know what to do now. I went ahead and screwed everything up, like I always do. Why him? Why? Out of all the men... Why? 

Maybe I should just move to Antarctica and live with other awkward penguins.

Damn, damn, damn....

Damn him. He annoys me. He frustrates me. I should clearly just...I don't know...Concentrate on other things. Yes.

But seriously! Ever heard of mixed signals..? Why would you like my links, and yet not reply to my emails..? Why..? Gosh, he makes me feel like such a girl. All these stupid speculations. I'm never like this.

I finally get my chance to shine as a copywriter, but I constantly catch myself daydreaming of him, instead of coming up with effective slogans. Damn him. Seriously.

And yet... He makes me feel something. Something that intrigues me and makes me want to write again. That's gotta be worth something.
In any case, I don't have a choice.

Music.

After a very long break, I finally wrote a new song. Obviously, it's about my stupid obsession.