I'm unwilling to resist temptation, though able.
My judgement's best described as "gleefully questionable."
I suffer from a regrettable case of fouritis
(I'd lie if I said that I actually liked it.)
I have a blonde, a poet, a scientist, and a combination of the three.
It's got me poor and prolific, writing loads of hooey.
The life of a poet is rich, and harmful to me.
"Oneitis" is an old slang term for infatuation that was marginally popular about ten years ago. The word itself has a perverse sort of poetry to it, even though I believe it originated with those creeps who sell books, tapes or classes on "seduction."
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if the "experts" would say fouritis is better or worse, but I am sure that I don't care.