1.16.2005

Apocalypse Please - Muse

Events have quickly overtaken me.

Tomorrow afternoon (well, this afternoon if we're going by your lousy Roman calendar system), I'm going to determine the exact nature of my relationship with Kara. I posted of her boyfriend a few weeks ago, but have since learned it wasn't a serious relationship. Yes, the correct verb form is past tense. Apparently, the fool's lackluster attempts to maintain contact with her over break have severed what affection she had for him. Now, with the events of the past week giving me much renewed hope, it's time for the emo kid to cast himself before the council of the fates once again.

Foolish? Most likely.

But really, what have I to lose? Methinks my risk/reward ratio in this particular situation is actually favorable, which is more than I can afford to pass up. I'm not really sure what to expect, but I wouldn't be doing this if I thought it completely impossible. Mel told me not to hope. I think I'm going to thumb my nose at her incessant pessimism this one time and take a risk.

Besides, her eyes are far too dangerous for me to ignore.

1 Comments:

Blogger Ryan said...

"The fire inside of her eyes
Reminds me that I am alive..."

Her eyes hid such sharp blades. Godspeed to you, brother. I hope you don't come out of this burned. Kara seems to really be liking you, and I hope things work out.

2:14 AM  

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