Love, above all other things, is chemistry. The way someone tastes so succulent. The way they smell so good you want to eat them. The electricity apparent in their touch. There's nothing distinctly romantic about it. More like distinctly scientific.
Or maybe that's just lust. Or attraction. Or whatever else you feel like calling it.
Introspective? Oh yeah. You could say that. Or else I'm just bored and pawing over events of the last year because that's what people TELL me I should do. Sure. Like I ever do what people tell me to do...
Today is a day for listening to Weakerthans.
'The answers always sound the same...' - Weakerthans
