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does she love you the way that I do?

Today is one of these days again. I listen to Alexander Rybak (Rolling With The Wind, ah, perfect - it's FOLK! Me LIKE) and hum and dance around the living room. I go out and play with the dogs. I do something on Facebook for the first time in some 4 months or so.

Things I want to do which are unimportant and potentially harmful to the important things:
- See Brüno (Borat was SO 2006) and the Che movies and Crossing Over, Harrison Ford is on it! Oh, and Inglorious Basterds!!! Quentin Tarantino rocks the boat
- Have a birthday party! It's official, I'm having one on the 18th. WELCOME
- Go on listening to this song and dance around and never wake up, I don't want to clean, I don't want to see, I want to dance and forget about everything shite, what shite? There is no shite. Just the song and the dance and alterations in circumstance.

ALTERATIONS means you TRY NOT TO MELT AND DO ANYWAY, and you can't do shite about it and don't want to even though you HAVE for an awful while. You want to quit it. I want to quit it. I want to dance. What does anything matter? There's not much I could do anyway. Well, I will clean some, but then I'm off dancing again. My feet won't stay on the ground, I've grown invisible wings, I can fly! Bye bye

Tell me why ?Why?