The Chronicles of Joe, Part 1

I can simply not grasp this odd , foreign feeling:the constant butterflies in my stomach (that fluttering feeling that I hate, yet love even more). Every time I think of him, my heart skips a beat. When we talk I feel like I am just floating. His cute, curly Jew-fro and straight, non-changing face just puts me on Cloud Nine. Though I have tried to explain this amazing feeling, I still cannot even come close to explaining how it feels. I truly have found something that is indescribable.

You see, good readers of The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad blog, I am in love with the most beautiful (inside and out) boy--no, not boy, man--in the world.

And I don't care if he lives in Kentucky, and I allegedly live in Climax, Minnesota (it's a real place). Because there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough to keep me from getting to Joe.

And I don't care that I've only been talking to Joe for roughly a little longer than 24 hours! I love his impatient, boring attitude! And he is the most wonderful guitarist/vocalist in the world!

And I really don't care that I have engaged in a relationship with six people (if Joe asks, it's only two people; we haven't told him his commitment yet...all in good time). I just don't care that I have to share him with five other people--I just hope I get to be the lucky one to get his massive 6.5 (*wink* *wink*).

Because, God Damn, I am in love with Joe fuckin' Clark!

Your Lord and Savior,

Sidewinder