once more with feeling

somebody told me that i should write more personal entries, entries with which to portray my feelings to my avid readers. true, most of my entries lean towards mundane and amusing, steering clear of 'feelings' and 'personal' items. i do so enjoy writing silly things in the guise of serious business. so i assume that this person wanted me to write about the girl that i feel affection for and would like to read some of my pointless repinings on the subject matter because it could potentially be a delectable piece of juicy gossip. here is a tidbit from my private stash of 'things i write/say to myself about the girl - nay, woman - that i like and/or love':

"the hairs of her faint moustache writhe like decapitated worms as she sips her tea. i presume that it is the convection currents emanating from the hot tea that cause the hairs to gyrate so. watching this makes my heart yearn to pour tea for her forever, to fill her cup until it overfloweth with the abundance of my warm, fuzzy feelings, to comb back her eyebrows into sleek, sexy, muskrat-tail arches. i think she's the one. i know she's the one."