if i land on my head, keep my cd collection.

maybe someday i'll get it right.
it's relatively easy.
a few words. a conversation.
things might pick up.
so few things to say.
even fewer ways to say them.
it all starts with winning half the battle.

why's it always half the battle that's the priority?
can't we go for a winning stretch?

the idiots who made the rules were ultimately...idiots.

i wish that i could talk to you now. it'd solve a lot of problems.
but you run.
and come.
and run off again.

it's not like i need a fucking net.
then again.......

it'd help.

to keep you in one place and to make sure you don't vanish without a trace.
coz.
talking would be fun, no?

then again. this is, once again, rather one-sided.

i really should stop talking to myself like this but...it's fucking fun.

so...a list of things to do:

1. get a hold of you
2. say hi
3. carry a conversation that doesn't involve the weather
4. not be too much of a nervous wreck in such a way that it's annoying but enough of it that you find it endearing (lame jokes unapplicable)
5. sweep you off your feet

it's so easy, when put on paper (or onscreen, if you're being nitpicky). a practical, 5 step guide, to a whole new me.

wait. that'd be:-

1. lose weight
2. cut hair
3. buy clothes
4. shut mouth
5. look cool

yes.

i know that i might not be your type of guy. strke that. i know that i'm not your type of guy at all.

but. but. but.

would you like to share a bottle of orangina with me?