The Magic of Fossils

Today is the fourth of July and if I actually gave two shits about this country I might join in on the fun… but alas I don’t.. and I’m a hermit.

So what do you do when you’ve met someone so spectacular that they swim around in your brain cavity all day and no matter how many Q-tips you’ve used just won’t come out.
It’s instances like these where I wish I wasn’t married.. we could spork and then the fascination would be gone…. then maybe I wouldn’t turn bright purple while he trains me (that’s work and not running a train. ahem.) and I wouldn’t be so concerned about fucking up. Kristen describes him as the male version of myself.. does that mean I’d like to spork myself… I guess it does. Hot.

Maybe he can just become my new muse.. someone I pine over and the words just flow forward like vomit. Speaking of muses.. I’ve been in serious need of one as of late. Will you be mine? I need some tragic form of inspiration just so it all makes sense.. even though I’m not so tragic.. I’m rather mundane. and fat. I guess that in itself is a tragedy.

I listened to his band. they fucking rock. Kelbelly Jim even agreed. I think he creamed his pants.

The End… off to put sticks in the tomato.

Pinx