That song is stuck in my head just at the moment.
Actually, this one is too:
I think there is a theme there . . . And perhaps with good reason. Can someone please explain to me the hot-cold reasoning of water sign men? It's driving me crazy and I'm not sure yet if it's a good crazy or a bad crazy. I think a fair portion of it is the spring itself. Flowers are blooming, the world is green again, my hair is really bangin' right now (to borrow from Jonathan Antin); it seems natural that romance would blossom too. *Sara sighs* What to do, what to do. Maybe I should write a poem. That is sometimes a satisfying substitution for unrequieted passion.
