Monday, January 24, 2011

Lessons in Flirting


It's one of those things that just keeps happening.
You look good, feel good, feel like being flirted with- and it's always the guy with the weird teeth and pockmarks. Nothing against him, per se. He might be a beautiful soul on the inside- way way deep down. Like right behind his spleen is a core of pure angel farts and fairy toots.

Either way, that is not who you want to flirt with you. : |
Does that make me soulless and mean?
Poquito?
Well, I'm poquitosingle, and I'm poquito soulless and mean.

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