seventeenth [[ Behind those eyes you hide.]]

So, I was doing yet another stupid myspace survey thing, and well...I always answer them with too much information, or very confusing information...that is unless you know what the heck the references mean that I make...a lot. Anyway, the question "Do you hate the last person you kissed?" came up...and of course, I couldn't just answer it with a hell yes or a no way like everyone else probably could/would. So, pretty much this is the first time I'll blog about this person [[well, second, but the first just references, 'tis all]]...which is actually probably a record for me. But, I think that he also played a part in that, given he wasn't another asshole. Those others just brought those certain "blogged" things onto themselves...well, mostly just one person. bahaha. So yeah--this is weird. But actually not the first time I've thought about this...it's more like the first time I've thought about this version of what was said in 10 Things I Hate About You. It's so common to see people use the poem that Julia Stiles' character, Kat Stratford, wrote about Heath Ledger's character, Patrick Verona, in that dang movie!...So I wanted to change it up...I mean, c'mon, everyone's life can't be exactly like that one, exactly the same...BORING! Anyway...writing this made me laugh...and think about things...but most importantly, it got me to write again...finally. It's been a while; it was time for another bit. So here goes [[and p.s. pardon my not flowy-ness on a few of the lines...just pretend it works...for my sake..and yours. haha]]:



DO YOU HATE THE LAST PERSON THAT YOU KISSED?

I hate the way he talks to me,

and the way he does his hair.

I hate the way he drives his car,

I hate it when he stares.

I hate that he only wears flip flops or vans

and sometimes the Toms that cost way more than a dime.

I hate him so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way he's always right or just seems to make SO much sense,

I hate it when he lies.

I hate it when he makes me laugh,

even worse when he makes me cry.

I hate it that he made snot sculptures…

during a "serious" time,

I hate it that that artsy stuff is what makes him him,

but why else would I have like this guy named---whoa.

I hate the way we talked for over three hours,

The first time we hung out.

I hate the way I didn’t finish my steak and shake,

but I was just so taken with him.

I hate that it started with that place,

And “ended” with it too.

I hate it that he's not around,

and the fact that he doesn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate him,

not even close

not even a little bit

not even at all.
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