once more, with feeling

this is just another vehicle for my unending narcisism.
let the painfully articulated mayhem commence...

I'm still confused, having to end all my dates in double digits. 10. 0'10. Oh, ten.
I feel like something should have shifted in the last three weeks, the first of the new year. You know; resolutions failing. snow piling. new stuff, and stuff. But I feel like everything is repeating itself. abusing organs, breezing through priorities, zoning out in various classrooms... the only difference is wood paneling in place of concrete. which, I must say, is a nice change.

but I find myself in the same place, same time, same alternate universe. staring at the back of a beautiful head and daydreaming beyond consciousness, looking for a way out
and searching for a way in.

is he gay, or metrosexual? when can you really tell... all I know is that it's taking all my energy not to lean forward and grab his hair a little bit. grounds for at least a piercing glare and a restraining order, but my mind sees the worth. those stripes are calling my name, and with eyes like that, baby you're asking for it.

it's time to live what I write and write what I live, so here goes ladies and gents; cause you, you're gonna love me.