And now for something completely different!
(as a side note, one day I am going to let all the auto corrected words stand in an email post, just to see how hilarious it turns out).
What is it about nursing an unhealthy crush on an older British dude that makes me want to read poetry?
(not even vaguely healthy, pretty sure stems from some emotional unavailability and over charged, unfulfilled sex drive..)
I haven't touched a poetry book in freaking ages (I feel like poetry is best read from paper, color me old fashioned) - but I swear every time I see him I think to myself "Self, you should seduce that man." (I digress..)
Which is immediately followed by the thought "Self, you remember that amazing old book of Byron poetry? You should pick that shit up sometime."
(Don'tcha think?)
Baffling. I have some severely fucked up notions of romance, let me tell you.
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