Pornography of My Inner Universe
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Inbox Madness

By Wild Ice
Too abstract. I usually don't have much concrete stuff with my recent post and it may confuse a reader (if there are any). This post deals with one of my unforgettable evening (damn, here goes my fucking senti-mode again!! Ech!! Ech!!)...
Damn it... Wait.. My dark alter-ego's bleeding and lachrymose: "THIS IS NOT YOU!!!!"
Alright... Let's get down to business.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!"
3:04AM - YOU told me you just finished watching DVD and just had your midnight ('early morning' is more like it) snack.
3:11AM - We talk about our health. PRONOUN 'WE/US' used counter : 01
3:42AM - Outline of your materialistic cravings that moment and a little tease on me (which means you are open about teasing each other)
3:57AM - Cofee lovers talk. And you opened that sacred gate for a phonecall. PRONOUN 'WE/US' used counter : 02
4:42AM - Petty talks I already erased and then you once more asked me to call.
And there we were: Two people drowned and drifted by the torrents of questions accompanied by the whirlpools of confusions and shyness.
And here I am: Confused, downright infatuated and pissed off (about posting such in my blog but just can't control it).
Oh, and of course some of the messages which are beyond that time frame above also contain my now favorite pronoun. SO I'm counting them now.
Total PRONOUN 'WE/US' used counter : 04 (Quite few.. But the sight of it just steers my emotions wildly).
 

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