Well what the fuck I might as well entertain you

with teasers of random, disconnected thoughts, as promised by the blog title.

"How do you know when you're in love?"
I looked at him as if he'd said the dumbest thing in the world.
"I'm serious. I really don't know. I think I love people. I may have loved them. My inability to say accurately that I was, in fact, in love with this girl makes me doubt that I know a fucking thing about love." He said.
"Love makes you want to puke at some point."
Now he stared at me like I was the idiot.
"Its true. Every time I think about when I was in love, I remember some sort of moment where I wanted to vomit. Either because I was nervous in their presence, excited to see them, or because something had gone wrong in our relationship, and it was crushing me. Big, ominous moments of wanting to grab the nearest garbage can and start hurling out my emotions at high velocity."
He looked like he thought about it for a minute, then seemed to shake it off in his head. "No, that seems a bit extreme. Besides, you're still single. What does that say about love and vomit to you?"
"maybe its more accurate to say it feels like being gutted like a hunter's prey hanging in a front yard. Its definitely a feeling in the torso."