My head hurts.
Falling in love is like being hit in the back of the head with a gold brick out of the middle of nowhere.
*WHACK* OW! What the fu- holy shit, that's a gold brick!
My head still hurts, but that will pass. The gold is mine for keeps.
Contemplation and speculation of a technophile.
Falling in love is like being hit in the back of the head with a gold brick out of the middle of nowhere.
*WHACK* OW! What the fu- holy shit, that's a gold brick!
My head still hurts, but that will pass. The gold is mine for keeps.