On this joyful day of love, I thought it fitting to write a little ode to a recent love (read:foe) of mine. I must warn you though, it’s pretty steamy so you may need to follow my lead with a cold shower.
I hate the way you smother me,
and the way you ruin my hair.I hate the way you melt my face,
I hate it that you fog my eyewear.I hate you’re costly to escape,
And the way you ruin my zZz.I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me whine.I hate the way you’re always there,
I hate it when you’re high.I hate it when you make me ‘glow’,
even worse when you make me slime.I hate it when you’re still around,
and the tease of rain is agony.But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.
(Okay, that last bit was a total lie. I mean seriously even my drink is sweating…) Everyone warned me, even told me I’d need to buy new make up, which I have. Alas, there is no escape…until mid-March i’m told.
But to you and the one who blesses you with the affection I don’t have for my juvenile curls, I say Happy Valentine’s Day
And because it is so, here’s the sappy original featuring the one and only Heath Ledger:
