The Real Book

An Otto Link, used tissues, scraps of paper, and an empty Coca-Cola.

Love Colossus:

When love

comes to town

don't look up

and don't look down

cause he don't wait

for no one at all

ain't "love" nobody

not big or not small

cause he lives on depression

thrives from failed expression

and then the succession 

of another profession

so if songs don't slow him

ain't nothing will

Love rules supreme

He lives and he kills

quitters never win

and cheaters never lose

winners never love

because all winners are fools

there are the few

who love is but a joke

just like free cookies

or fat-free coke

but love will win supreme

he always does anyways

he might look upon you

but if only for a day

Ponder, love supreme = saxophone colossus.

Not much to say. Should have gone to the party. Stuck at home on the computer, pretending that I have work to do. Instead, why don't I go out and have fun? She was there. Damn, never mind. But Buddy wasn't there, so he wouldn't have made any really awkward hints ("Ah, like ___ last night?" "No, Buddy, please - I only make love to fine women, not little boys. You wouldn't know"). 

What I look for in the Opposite Sex:

Physically:

Legs

Symmetrical face

good eyes

Slim

Hair doesn't matter

Skin doesn't matter

I'm like one-twentieth Swedish, so some Scandinavian lineage would be nice (no particular reason).

Mentally:

Nice, but also a little bitchy

Mature

Smart

Kind

Funny (because I am not)

Strong

Able to realise that the only place that I truly make sense is in my brain.

Ponder, single for life.