I was in love with you, but didn't, I realize now, love you.

Fuck. YEAH.

Goin' on five straight days.  Wuuut.

Oh jah?

I could be years-practiced in the art.

I could be an 80th level master in being up to no good.

Mmhmm.

We can only be what we are.

If I must be a bastard, I may as well be magnificent.

Of all the things for which I may thank God,
I choose perception.

Just had the most delicious realization —

I can run my hands all over the bathroom sink and not worry about cooties.
'Cause the only cooties crawlin' round up in there are mine.
And I trust my own microbes.
I realize the leap, trusting that my own microbes wouldn't grow or mutate into ones that would harm me whilst living out their lives in the bathroom sink.  But that's a trust I'm willing to extend.  It's the same I've extended to those I leave behind when I drink out of the milk carton.
Because if I must trust a microbe, certainly I should trust my own.

Quote of the Day:

"Being homeless is a full-time job."