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I wanted to launch myself clear through the roof.

Next mess.

The severity of my ridiculous “slip”, decided to educate the rest of me, at the very moment my jaw suddenly felt it imperative to dive into my ankles.    Not wanting to miss out on the fun, my vocal cords ran for the hills, after packing up any pounce of vocabulary.     I might have pulled a simple “hi” out of the air, had my arms not fallen out of the sockets, now missing from the general shoulder area, all the while my hands wondered aimlessly in ignorant bliss.  My spleen was still MIA,  my neck was laughing so hard at the rest of me, that my head was now on it’s own, balloon like, floating around in the room.  I think.  

My remaining parts were screaming in pain (fucking slip), except for my eyes that had fallen from grace just before the rest of my body abandoned shop.

Bye Boom.

Tall, devastatingly handsome, stellar in form, styled to perfection, and  quite possibly amused at my current state of profound stupidity, he stood there.   And I was there.    And my ass was, stuck to the chair.  Shoot.

Boom gone.

This epic masterpiece of a man, surpassed anything even G.Q. might dream up.   His eyes, I credit with unraveling the cellular structure of anything in a six mile radius.  Green, piercing, vivacious, they were fascinating, and curious, wildly strong and dancing with wisdom.   Electricity poured out of those eyes.  

Him who was there to meet … me?  In a sweatshirt?  Oh fuck fuck and double fuckstix.  Shit.  To my defense, the sweater, cost more alone, than the jeans, Uggs and tee combined.  Boom a little?  No.  Really not. 

My sisters voice rang through my ears.  Oh ears!  Yay they still worked! 

“When have you not gotten whatever you wanted?  Your there, go get it”.    My sister, a force of natural intelligence you do not want to fuck with.    “Go get it”.

I’ll try.

Boom… A little.

Quite Kindly,

And determined to find boom,

Me. 

PS- Peanuts.