Because I'm too busy watching Buffy

kill some vamps while worrying about her boyfriend

and not looking for any jobs on the side

I have no time to put any work into this

shitty poem thing. Now she's having trust

issues, he's having trust issues, everyone

is having trust issues with this show. Is she happy?

Of course she's not, she says. Coldness

sets in. A fog over southern California. My brain

stops working as I breathe it in. A panacea.