I keep telling myself that this would be an easy thing to do.
And that it would be the right thing to do.
I look back at the last several weeks, and I see that there's nothing stopping me.
And by nothing I of course mean nobody.
There's nobody stopping me.
There's nobody worth stopping for.
I should do this.
It would make things a lot easier, in the long run.
Timing is everything.
I keep saying that.
But only because it's so fucking true.
I really should do this.
But not tonight.
Tonight I'm busy.
Or I will be very shortly.
Damn she's hot.