Valentine, Valentine

Although I haven’t been blogging, I’ve continued to religiously think of Not the Oxygen and you, my friend! As you already may have figured out my relationship status is quite a sad one; I live with my mom, I’m technically unemployed and I’m just not dateable. So, to be a good sport and stay in the spirit of things, I’ve decided to blog about Valentine’s Day kind of stuff, like LOVE!!!

If you have a love horror story you’d like to contribute please, please share! When I say horror, I don’t mean I want to hear about abuse, divorce or traumatic events…I wanna know the good, juicy, embarrassing stuff, and the stories of unrequited love!

C’mon give it to me! nottheoxygen@gmail.com

Oh, and here’s a great love poem, Mad Libs style, to get you into the groove of things

My Love
Your skin glows like the banana, blossoms sticky as the peony in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your trombone voice and leaps like a whale at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great pirate's parrot wing.I am comforted by your undershirt that I carry into the twilight of laundry basketbeams and hold next to my elbow.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of kool aid. As my lung falls from my trousers, it reminds me of your television. In the quiet, I listen for the last sneeze of the day.My heated ear leaps to my panty hose. I wait in the moonlight for your secret house plant so that we may creep as one, ear to ear, in search of the magnificient orange and mystical lamp of love.