June 17, 2008

One of many reasons I should never be alone with my thoughts...

Wouldn't it be great if, whenever the universe allowed you a peek at a lost love (or ex-asshole), if they weren't still madly in love with you, wandering through life, gibbering incoherently about having lost you, that they were at least now forever shackled to some hare-lipped, mustachioed troll with a *vestigial tail and incurable body odor?
I know it's not likely, but it's a cool thought nonetheless.