grendel_kin

some days are strange.....there are unlooked for gifts floating by. i don't know what i would like to say. it is a strange day, and i sit here fully satiated from gazing over every curve of an unattainable piece of brown eyed moonshine. merely looking has left me dumb.......i think this marks my first official crush since the days of running home to catch the afternoon cartoons. yep, that's it....i have a crush on this girl i don't even know. and it's fun, kiddies.

i have always had a very particular relationship to the beautiful. not being one of the beautiful, i find that the desire to attract their attention fuels a great deal of my ambition. it is never that i want to belong to that demographic, but that i want to possess their attention so singularly...the same way they possess mine, i suppose. thankfully, i accomplish this most of the time because i'm persistent, earnest in my desire and, when the moon is just right, occasionally charming....but this crush kills my M.O., it thwarts all of my normal routes of possession. to what end are these feelings to be used? there is no end game. no prize to be earned. no laugh to make escape. no morning of stupid grinning. so i release myself of that obligation, that task, and i'll simply enjoy admiring this great girl frolicking about in her unmentionables......but so help me if there were even the hint of a rumor of a possibility of a chance to chat face to face and throw down my song and dance......i'd run there at a pace that would shame mercury, i fuck you not, kiddo.

all of a sudden the rambling ceases.

and with that........the journal question.

.........name the drink or cocktail that best describes your amorous habits.

mine...

a harvey wallbanger.

now you. aaaaaaaand GO.