I am not afraid of what it takes to glue you to my side.

These days are strange. Reflection. Rumination. Do you ever wonder what you would do with your time if you DID figure it all out?

You win some and you lose some. What do you want? I don't want to choose anymore. Door number 1 or number 2? The lady or the tiger? I always pick the closet, but hope that we can live there happily ever after.

That feeling that will not be named has me on the defensive. I'm painting you as the villain, but the allowance for the intelligence and foresight that this fictitious plot would require is granted begrudgingly. I've been known to fight dirty.


I like the way this makes my head feel.