Tuesday, September 14, 2004
The extremes under one roof.
I hate the way she talks.
I hate the way she walks.
I hate the way she laughs.
I hate the way she whines like a 3-year-old deprived of a candy.
I hate it when she calls me.
I hate it when she gets all touchy.
I hate it when I have to talk to her.
I hate the lame jokes she makes.
I hate the lame nicknames she gave me.
I hate her for everything she does.
I like it when he calls.
I like the way he calls my name.
I like the way he talks to me.
I like the way he says "bye bye!".
I like it when he assures me I'll see him tomorrow.
I like the attention he pays to me.
I like the way he looks at me.
I like the way he smells.
I like the silly look on his face.
I like the way he stands beside me quietly.
I like him for everything he does.
// she's beautifully chaotic at 1:03 AM >> 