You're in love, you tell me. Such fine timing you've got there. Such time wasted on my part, and such a misguided attempt at something special. This disclosure came complete with pictures. "Cute." That's what I said. But what I was thinking was that's the kind of gay white boy I generally despise. Spiky hair, big teeth, patchy orange skinned thing that no doubt thinks way, way too highly of himself. At least it explains why nothing made sense. At least it gives me a reason to get the fuck over it.