have i told you lately, you're a dumbass

this title has NOTHING to do with the post.

sing the line to rod stewart's yucky best though, and it's hilarious. enough to lift me out of the sludgy 'i hate everybody, everything!'-mood that work has put me in today.
P.S. it's 10:30 p.m., and i'm in office (so much for the cushy life of The Client!)

am now in a tearing hurry, here's the afore-mentioned poem, another ode to pointless crushes.

another wasted sigh

it can't only be about
the moles by your mouth,
two clichés on one face.

or your lashes, cow-like
and shameless; in the way
they beckon me to stare.

it can’t be, your crooked teeth
within that lopsided grin, pardon
for the sin you won't commit.

or your amusing taste
in music, so dated; and happy
in its own’ness.

it must be me then.
my willing foolhardiness,
so ready for choppy seas.

It has to be me,
and my horrendous need
for brick walls to break against.