Sometimes you walk past a pretty girl on the street and there's something beyond beauty in her face, something warm and smart and sensual and inviting, and in the 3 seconds you have to look at her, you actually fall in love, and in those moments you can actually know the taste of her kiss, the feel of her skin against yours, the sound of her laugh, how she'll look at you and make you whole. Then she's gone, and in the five seconds afterwards you mourn her loss with more sadness than you'll ever admit to. I'm tired of mourning. Go Dawgs!
Oh yeah, you probably shouldn't be the harbinger of anything that cannot be cured by some choice antibiotics. I'm just not a big fan of herpes.