I'm all over you. I'm not over you.

I'm cold.
Like always.
And of course the ever present ridiculous urge to hold someone's hand.
I'm still waiting for that to subside.
Soon I hope.
Because it's getting ever so obnoxious.
WEDNESDAY!
Switch.
Boys.
Yes.
Just what I need.
A nice dose of scene boys.
"A selection."
As Bri so pleasantly puts it.
As if I'd have even half a chance with any of them.
At least I can look at their pretty faces.
Plus plus?