Lemme tell you.

I usually enjoy my "quiet" time.

Listening to my Ellie Goulding station on Pandora, then

maybe doing dishes or laundry or writing during this cherished time.

[jeez I'm such a mom]

But everytime I find myself in my "quiet" zone...

Lemme tell you, pandora sucks at mixing music. 

One moment I'll be listening to something upbeat, then, [it's like pandora pulls it outta their cyber butt holes] starts playing some sappy love song. 

And because my hands are usually tied up, I'm not able to change the song.

So I'm stuck, and forced to have thoughts about his freaking face. 

It's hard.

Because it's like a gas that seeps into all the cracks of my brain and makes me forget about reality.

I can't help but think about the last time we hung out. 

How I knew you were staring at me for a second, and then you looking away as soon as you thought I was glancing your way.

Then I think that maybe I had something gross on my face. 

Idk. 

I don't get you at all.

And I don't think I want to. 

Because lemme tell you.

It's kind of fun 

not knowing.