Dork

I blame the overrated hearts' day.

What do you get for trying to be out there? For trying your luck on a single "hi". That's all it takes. A single hi. And the image of you being acquainted with a total stranger. That's all it takes to have your wireless blue tooth ferrari-red mouse to smash into a thousand pieces to the cold concrete tiled floor. A trap of harsh destiny. There must be a reason. I'd like to believe. Or else.

What do I do? I laugh about it. But at the same time it pisses me off. Well at least for a period of time. Maybe, I'm not to do work this time of the night and maybe, I could just type my way into blogging. 

So I blame the overrated hearts' day.

If not for the overrated day, I wouldn't be feeling mushy. If not for feeling mushy, I wouldn't be playing scenic movies in my head about romantic coffeeshop meetings. If not for the sappy caffeine ingested hallucinations, I wouldn't have the spontaneity courage to drag my things to the other table for a better chance of having a conversation. If not for that rush of emotion, I would still have my trusty wireless ferrari-red mouse.

I'm such a klutz.

P.S.
I'm back in the old table. Because guard said I couldn't drag the cord all the way to my table.

Bummer isn't it?