  Its all beyond my scope of knowing, so I refuse attempts to encapsulate it in any systematic fashion. Love is good, no matter the grade. Ahi is still yummy on the BBQ. So what if its not sashimi grade? If you can eat it raw as it stands fresh before you, who gives a shit? That song from Queer as Folk is playing quietly in the background.
Solasystim. Whatever its called. Im on my way to bed; I dont really care. An email out to the girl tonight. Banking hard on my ability to speak my heart with words. I wrote her an email after she left tonight.
Knowing my limitations, gauged by my closing of one eye than accompanies the important correspondence in a pinch. I love her. To summarize. Xo C 
