… falling in love is a waste of time, a waste of energy and is almost the same as putting yourself in the firing range, submitting yourself to a situation where you know you will be completely clueless what will happen next when you’re dead hit, but you still hold on because the whole experience makes you want to be alive a little longer just to continually feel the tingling in the spine which is so pleasantly-wretchedly-annoying and enjoyably-wretched, you’d wish you could frame every second so you could play it over and over while wailing about the madness of the whole idea.

Haha. Whatever.

(Oct.14, 2006)