why do you read me, for the purpose of insulting? maybe I love the insomnia the suspense after you leave will I ever see you again? choosing a little girl ten years younger over me not surprising except you already made your little bed in my back hallway at least you put it away after refusing to lay in it behind my locked back door before your narcissistic cop out after questions exposed what isn't mine maybe I love your insanity and maybe I hate your inability to let go of deathly wishes. maybe I love my ability to hold onto my inner thighs. maybe I hate my inability to stop frequenting Java Net the epitome of hell where I asked for organic coffee and all I got was a wretched scene my internet date from hell listening from his observation stool while his buddy berated me with "that's a really loaded question" refusing to answer my question ignoring my pleas to give me organic, or not, or not certified since he was suggesting there was uncertified organic coffee brewed but refusing to pour me some. just give me a large coffee asshole a large percentage of it spilled and burned my hand my internet date from hell saw my pain and smiled could never love a man like him a man who refuses to dance. word up sister, love all sisters forgive me, I can not love you a man-boy who hates to be loved cringes when breathed upon. very possibly, you are really gay but I'll tell you what I'll miss the feeling of not being able to stop laughing over nothing and everything all at the same time the type of laughter that chokes tears streaming like chopping an onion bodily control all but lost in bursts well, I guess it is relatively ironic that incense is non-toxic and the other end of the stick is a perfect pipe scraping tool which is a perfect name for you "a pipe scraping tool" (now I feel better about myself).