I was wondering how long it was going to take you to find your inner goth. Muahahahaha! We shall turn them all you know...

I'd write a Haiku about you but I forgot how. I guess I could go to the farting frog webcite and figure it out but...maybe I'll just make up a silly little diddy...ummm..

Justine has a spleen like YOU have never seen.
Her candor is splendiferous
Her writings proliferous
Her friendship a blessing
Her bleu cheese, a dressing
She plays the guitar like a star
And drives a big car
But the best part of all
She's 5 feet tall...

Ok, I don't know how to end it....just more proof that I'm a dork, and so is she! But a great dork and friend at that! I'm lucky to know and dance with her!

Aw, kumbaya. Let's all hold hands and relate....

Disclaimer: Made up words, or something to that effect, may be present in this body of writing. Um, so yeah....I provide no appologies...maybe just more misssspplleeddd words...

Songflower is the sweetest thing this side of the mighty Mississippi (I have still yet to sample the tastes of sweet Georgia peaches). She is kind, compassionate, and enjoys a good laugh every now and then.

Unfortunately, for those reasons, I am hopelessly in love with her. Even though she probably would never have me, I am doomed to walk the Earth alone and in the darkness... Just a common inept stalker.

... oh wait she's my girlfriend that's right. I'll just give her a call or buzz on over her house. AT ANY TIME.

How lucky can a guy be?