Smallhouse Log

Internetsless V

So I have this record by Alvin and the Chipmunks. It's called Chipmunk Punk, and the album art is the Chipmunks standing defiantly in front of a brick wall, safety pins and skinny ties, spikey hair and bored expressions. I found it in an antique store, and as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to buy it. But I never listened to it until tonight.

And I listen to the Chipmunks singing "My Sharona", and I rock out. And I think, if there was a girl who wanted to listen to this, the whole thing, all the way through, I would fall in love with her. If she could just sit in my room and soak it in, listening and enjoying unabashedly, I would be head over heels. Do women like this exist outside of movies? If so, they should keep away. I'll only fall in love with them.

It's not that I'm addicted to falling in love. Yes, it's bad for me. Yes, I enjoy it. Yes, I do it too much, the heart flutters, the knees go weak, the nostrils flare. But it's not like I seek it out.

Right?

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