mon couer.

i feel like a Basil Halward falling in love with his muse.
am i in love, you ask? no--not romantic love, at least. it is very similar to that non-sexual, yet equally strong stuff that poor Basil was ill with for Dorian. in my case, i feel it for a certain boy, a Silent Bob's Jay! so cool!

he's just really cool people [start girly squeeing]...[/end girly squeeing]! we watched television on the floor, we smoked under the stars, we spent a few moments in my lovely pink dorm bed. i could wax eloquent poetry on anyone, mind you. i am NOT falling too terribly for this one. it's just been a long time since mon couer ne son pas!!! my pulse.. it was not there!