Not for Want of Trying.

Remember that girl?
Remember that post?
The one about me saying if I had some sort of common sense I’d be done with her?
(It’s deleted now).
Well, eff that.
Mistake city.

This girl, I think she’s pretty cool.
She’s hot and she’s cute.
She’s sweet and she’s sour.
She can sit me down and tell me ten things I don’t already know.
Smart as a whip and hones a venomous tongue.
All I want to do is listen.

I dig that.
I dig her.
I want to take things slowly.
I want to get to know her, hangout with her.
When she’s cute, she’s cute.
When she’s sweet, she’s sweet.
When she’s honest, she’s br00tal (sometimes).

She makes me want to rediscover who I was.
The old me,
the current me.
The me that gave a shit about morality,
about philosophy,
about the extraterrestrial,
about the paranormal,
about life in general,
about the unknown.

Bring it on, Big Foot.

But who cares, you don’t.
Guaranteed.
Just enjoy the ride,
all one can do in life.

To ruin such eloquent writing and think lamely;
she has grown on me.

So let it roll.