Good evening ladies and gentlemen,

I had a relatively nice day, albeit a little distracted.
Had a spot of coffee with a darling friend and psychoanalysed myself.

"It's okay, I fight for you," said she, after I said I was a pacifist by force (If I start fighting with people, they'll sooner kick my ass).
Hahahaha... I luff yewww!!!

The opposite sex to me is like a really good puzzle.
I give myself quests.
I won't want to let go until I've solved it or finished every item on the list.
And when I do, game over.
I'll toss him to one side and move on to the next.

Getting me to figure out exactly how a boy ticks may possibly be the fastest way to make me lose interest.
Which is not entirely a good thing.

Since, opposite sex is like a puzzle he becomes a new hobby or a new toy and I become very irate if it gets played with by another person before I'm done, kind of like a child throwing tantrums.

Things I have learned about myself:
- I cannot think when I listen to Jamiroquai. All I want to do is dance. Obviously bad for when I need to focus on work.