And the stars wheel overhead

Catch a falling star; you'll go far, in the pageant of the bizarre. - Zero Seven

Okay, this is weird. Apparently coffee made from beans grown where the boy in question was born turns exactly the colour of his skin when milk is added to it.

That little tidbit notwithstanding, I think I'm deciding to cut bait on that crush.

Before this latest iteration of singlehood, I'd been in a relationship so long that I really could have had no idea what I'd be like as a single girl these days. Turns out, I'm different than I was before.

And a bit the same.

Different =

a) The crushes come fast and dissolve fast, like shooting stars.

b) I am an incorrigible, horrendous, devilish, hellbent flirt.

c) I make a lot of lewd jokes.

d) I go to bed with boys sooner and enjoy it more.

e) I am more selective about whom I play with.

f) I dream up highly detailed and -er- creative scenarios involving people I know. My head used to be a lot more boring.

g) As previously mentioned both in bloglife and real life, I have the sex drive of a teenage boy. Lacking (for the most part) any teenage (or other) boys to play with, I end up spending a lot of money here.

The Same =

1) I have a dreadful inability to avoid emotional entanglement, even when I can see disaster ahead.

2) I can't for the life of me hide my attraction to someone.

3) I blush, visibly and ridiculously.

4) I have terrible aim; I am constantly setting my sights on people who either don't return the interest/affection or who are enigmatic to the point of it being pointless to pursue them.

This just in: Boywich may be coming to visit! Yay!