This rots,
I seem to feed off those b*ys that shrug me off. so unwilling. Good grief! Sometimes I wish I were more like Sally from the Snoopy comics. She just charges in, and throws Linus to the side and makes this wreck, and completely doesn't bother with how she has rubbed anyone else.
Even better, I wish I were more like Miss Piggy, who is so in love with Kermit and unashamed, and although he is neutral about her, though all she makes him do is gulp, she still loves the Frog! She still tries to smooch him, and then becomes so mad she tosses him way up in the air. Yes. Both Sally and Miss Piggy tossed the frustrating b*ys. She rushes to him, then flings him away, and sings terrible loud songs about them later while gazing at the mirror. OK, I've got the rushing to them thing nailed. Next for me is to toss them way up over behind a bush or something. *sigh. I get so inflammed over these mens who are hardly provoking or enticing.
Why do I try to correlate myself with these mens, so rock-like, so fascinating, so so, I can't think of the word, . . . I'm flossing.. . so hardy. but not hearty. man* with no lift, no gust, no shine, no brightness (as in energy, not smarts). no wonder. I think I'd like a man with some wonder. I'm leading a poetry workshop this weekend and the best thing about it is this 3 page list of Transitive verbs. Enticing. Tyrannize. Cajole. Warn. Defy. curse. stun. Enlist. Someone tell me a better transitive verb I should employ! Good grief.*