Delicious Dollop of Mayo:

"He swivels on his chair to deal with his distraction."

Why?

Why do I get pulled in irresistably into this abyss?
Why do I allow this malady to take control of my mind?
Why do I awake, only to dream of you again?

Why does everything you do just sparkle?
Why are you so near, yet so far?
Why are you painful torment, and sweet, sweet release?

Quote of the weekend:

"I can't imagine you with any other boyfriend."

Honestly, neither can I.

*smile smile smile*