So I can string words together. So what? What's to love?
I'm charming? Then why isn't anyone actually *charmed*, hmm?
Ach. Damned with faint praise. Indeed.
...any time, and you'd never know when, and...
Jesus. Shut my brain off. Please.
Heh. Off to Keats. Now there was a man who knew how to cheer himself up...
E.
x
Later : If I melt any more, I'm going to flood the house. ~shakes head~
