Blue Crush

How funny that my crush has completely left me.

Intellectual Crush is no more. It's simply Intellectual now. Singularly named, like Madonna. Or Shakira.

Or Bob.

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*tumbleweed*

(Please know I have already used the tumbleweed gag in an email to Shocking Fish - is it time to get some new material?)

Ah well, it was fun while it lasted. It got me through a few dull months, as I made up hilarious anecdotes in my mind to impress. And never used them.

Thank God it stopped before I found myself staggering to work with a gargantuan stack of The Indepedent back issues in my arms. Or some Proust.

How wonderful/strange to find oneself with a crush at my age. It's quite sweet really.