Blugh. Glargh. UGH. FEELINGS.
I don’t like to admit that I’m a romantic. In fact, I go out of my way to prove that I am bitter, cynical single female who needs not this emotion you humans call love.
But then…urgh, ARGH, but then I’ll catch myself listening to a certain song or watching a certain movie and then all those girlie feelings will bubble to the surface and then it’s all tears and swelling hearts and BLARG!
Up until recently, I’ve been able to keep these episodes private. But then…Train Man. Freaking Train Man.