And it cheers me to know that there *would* have been plans for this weekend, had not fate done that intervening thing it so often does. But. Soon.
Soon.
Soon, staring someone in the eyes for minutes and minutes thinking I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you. Soon, my head full of so many things I want them to do to me that I don't know where to begin telling them. Soon, giving the most precious thing I have to give. Soon.
And amidst all that pretentiousness I noticed that I'd typed "soon" as "spoon" twice, so I think it's about time to stop being a big goth blouse and do some 'work'; today I shall be updating the online record of my music collection. Because I can. And because I think
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