Slowly...

Have you ever had a problem that you just got sick of? Don't respond you cretin, it was a rhetorical question.

I'm officially entering a state of denial as pertains to my sordid love life. I refuse to acknowledge any advances or accept that anyone is interested. I liked being a widely disliked nobody.

From this point on, I refuse to decipher innuendo, cryptic messages or veiled sexual advances.

I will only respond to these three questions as per the topic:

1. Will you, Will Newsom, Go out with me, (insert your name here)?

2. Will you, Will Newsom, please leave me, (your name here), the fuck alone?

3. We should have sex right now.

I realize that the last one was a statement but if anyone ever said it to me I would probably respond with a question of my own ( What?).

Now that I have expelled that diatribe from my skull, Allow me to list my Top Five Say Anything Songs To Zone Out To:

1. Yellow Cat/ Red Cat

2. Slowly Through a Vector

3. An Orgy of Critics

4. Chia-Like I Shall Grow

5. Surgically Removing the Tracking Device