Here is the poem I wrote Janelle that may have kept me off the block (the whole PM Actually)...
We never have a chance to talk just due to how our AIM presence fell...You're probably thinking of putting me up, but that would suck though because I promise not to be boring bitch. You're just so good looking I don't have the balls to talk to you...
I wrote you a poem about it:
*Ahem Ahem*
I see her twice a week, when our paths cross
Well, they don’t technically cross, per say
I’m on the pool in the backyard she’s on the couch
She’ll always be looking in the windows
At the different keys, comps, players, pictures
or whatever else Chelsbot has on display
that day
Yet she somehow always notices me
And we’ll share no more than a couple seconds
as we smile at each other
Our own little ritual, that is performed every
so often with diligence,
except when work is a fucking bitch, on those days I
don’t see her
I don’t know her name, and I don’t
think I ever will
Yet, I’m pleasantly content to view
this beautiful creature from afar, where her
beauty remains undisturbed by reality, and
can sit comfortably in how I believe her to be
Could I one day cross the street, learn her name?
Perhaps. With a little whiskey. I’ve never
been particularly bold or ambitious.
But something much simpler holds me
to living room couch. From that vantage
point she is perfect to me. She has no scars,
no vices, no sinful nature.
And it is pleasant having something perfect
in my life, every Tuesday and Friday,
for several seconds.
OK I can't write poetry...BUT I TRIED. Hope I just won Janelle points
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Have a good day.
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